On the rooftop

Two separate beings

Formulating a gathering

Of individuality

Making a statement

Choreographing steps

To a unified delivery.

A song of sweet

So softly sits

On cushioned seats

Of olive pits,

With all around

To see a sound

Whistle dear

Smell the ground,

Pick the sky

And place the sea

Bring the heavens

Down to me,

The song of souls

Singeth high

While time around

Goes by and by.