L U L L A B Y
When I was a child, I never heard a lullaby.
I was lying down on the daybed made in bamboo, in the middle of an ancient courtyard. Night after night, all seemed eternally quiet.
Grandma was old, stars were close, and moutains green.
Sleep baby sleep The day's on the run There's a morning to come The wind in the trees They're talking in tongues
Dear Leonard, after years of synthesizers, you’re back on your guitar: what a pleasure.
Tonight I’ll sleep just well.