Small windows Looking outward Show me a sequined sky Rubies shine in my glass of wine Dusk breezes On oiled water Paint a pointillist facade It's ceaselessly shifting world Like today I'm far away I see your face behind each time-blurred pane Strings vibrate Music leaps out In a shimmering intrigue Words unsaid whirl away like dust From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom Across a fold in space you touch my hand