My Muse

My first time ever crying of emotion
listening to your talk at Librairie le Rameau d’Or
I couldn’t stop such was my wonder
at you and at your work

Dear Katarina, you are now my muse
like you I want to tinker and fiddle
I want to take time alone in my home
and explore and make and play with all my senses

I want the delicacy and the tenderness
with wich you arranged your flowers
in their death and slow decay

Be a fairy, with my hands and soul
create beauty out of refuse
respect and cherish
every single stem, every single petal