Black Foliage

You are the subject of many conversations

From three points of light to the fourth

I sang a song that lasted a year

You are the subject of sketches

I made for a sculpture in sound

When you pass the black foliage

Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound

When you pass the black extension

Imagine you are the subject eating, walking, making love

Dressing for the universe

There are several layers of meaning

Hundreds of different aspects of the soul

We cannot simply seek to be known, high points, low points

All around the globe

You are the subject of sketches

I made for a sculpture in sound

When you pass the black foliage

Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound

When you pass the black extension