O my reader                                 do not ask me to whisper                                 do not expect musical delight This is my suffering,                                 a wild shot in the sand                                 and another to the clouds. A dull evening in a rundown villageEyes half asleepI recall thirty yearsAnd five warsI swear the future keepsMy ear of cornAnd the … Continue reading “Why do you sing?” “Because I sing.”