Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
It’s more quiet than I’ve ever known
No cat stirs, wasp or fly.
At least for a while...
Come train through the forests of rain
Bring my girl to my aching arms
Into the night against the grain...