Her hair hay blond
it’s thickness and her proud nose
design a Callas only by name.
Maria is now thinner
only the eyes have grown…fear.
Maria, my chosen, moves her fingers
while her eyelids tell me a story.
She was friendly only last April
now she’ s lost , she’s no words.
My old defect made her a friend
an easy going ready to say.
My old defect makes me connect
with every soul I meet or see
and I create only characters
proud of themselves who live and glee.
Maria is lost
in this German city, her English has gone
my naivety too.