Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Oftimes Music is the Rain
Oftimes music is the rain
Falling rhythm on the pane
Rolling drum like in my ear
Softly soothing then I hear
A pause
A change
The rhythm breaks
Has it…
Could it be…
A snatch of sun beam
One, two, three;
The cloud flows back
The beating starts
The rivulets my heart beat charts
And rain goes on
Beside my tune
We play together
Probably ’til June.
Mabh Savage 