On that platform of Boisterous peddling, dreary banters and whining crowd Your chuckle appeared like a lullaby, Drifting me away to infinity And your fingers Spread across my palm, Can a touch be softer than a cotton bale? Who were you, my little darling? Did you know me, from another time, perchance? I was just…
Casually Classical
the motley musings of a maverick
Casually Classical 