You make my heart sing.

I’m listening to the radio

and your voice drizzles through.

I’m holding your hand

and all the strings loosen,

the nightlight shines

throughout the darkness,

my old doubts and worries

are cremated, to be inhaled

by insects, birds, other people…

Why must you know this?

Because sparks fly

from your bed, because Greece sits

in a barren bank account, because

you make my heart sing.

(*with thanks to Thomas Lux)

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