Here we are, dear reader You and me, alone in this communion How strange we’ve never met before, like this at least How nice it is, at last, to look down on the stars together Now I ask you to consider what it would have meant if through all those little windows it was light that heaven sent. Or pixels on your screen Or words on a page Or notes on a score, so tell me Even though we never met Does that weigh less, Or more?
Alexander Verster 