So much anger in the world
So much hatred
So much kill
Be we quiet madding voices
Be we peaceful
Be we still
Live, honour life
Love, our will.

You connect
a microphone
step away smiling
sing you command
offering a printed lyric sheet
Overcome
I turn to the wall
wailing
while
you drum.
We both know
You like checked shirts
I collect bells and pencils
Stepping uphill or
Sitting quite still
We
travel well
together.

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.