dear reader

I saw a timeless face, and it was both fleeting and enduring. 
Please, I am not trying to sell you anything.

I am happy here in my corner,
singing, weeping, feeling, being,
and if you would care to hear my song a moment,

to taste its bittersweetness, its secret joy in sorrow,
then I look forward to our companionship of words. 
You need not look me in the eye if you can read with your heart.