Han might sit
behind that yellow tree
lost in music -
that is so pretty
but true
Arvo sat like the painter from Strandgade
absorbed in the quiet bells.
Every time I came
with the stormy big blue
prisons or strange transformations
he did not look up.
To the master I said
this might be revolt strange and bright?
He took the tree
the tree like a shape
and made the tunes
I said.
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