Tonight The very strings of my heart were torn Asunder When a woman’s voice shrilled poignantly Skyward, I in the street beneath her window, Listening. A boy with a stave and an uptown girl Passed quickly by Not noticing this song of loss That, grief-filled, soared Heavenward, Rending apart the very threads that hold me together So fragilely.Sierpes, Sevilla 4 viii 86