A Lover

once i had a lover in berlin
said a frail old woman

from a table next to mine
his voice was like an ancient violin
and he spoke to me that voice

that voice

.
i believe they call it falling for a man
but this falling made me fly
left me soaring to the sky
there wasn't any sense
there was no plan
but who would trade this passion
for the safety of dry land?
not i
not he