© 2009 Siow Lee Chin
POEM
Beau Soir  
              Songs My Father Taught Me  
          After Lee-Chin         
                                 
The moon rises
At the rim of the earth
Violin sweetly drifts
Musical scales of
Intermezzo
Gypsy Dance
Gypsy Air
Compel the ear
To bear the listening
The cry of now
The cry of then
So that the hands
Grasp the heart
To hold the yearning
Beautiful evening
The moon high and white
Languid voice golden
Beau Soir
Beau Soir
Libby Bernardin
June, 2009
For Jerry Dell and Benjamin on their 50th anniversary
Kevin Bourque