Quiet, please
Kathe wakes while dewdrops still form their leaf-bred dependence along the laddered, silver-struck earring that raises our attention to her ear

Quiet, please
Kathe kept up the pace of an imposed orderly abridgement to come back so remarkably to a secure spirited level, exactly where music evolves from the applied craft of a skilled technician

Quiet, please
Even as tension can scale and ease to the wingbeat of a hovering gull appraising the ponderous, underrehearsed coordination of each inbound wave roused by an evasive, shape-surging wind

Quiet, please
Kathe right now is rehearsing for an appraisal of a tulip cupping the silence, as her two hands could be bracing to break out in unreserved applause over a single sparrow sampling the glint of a puddle at an early hour, when the clock’s stuck like a cornered robot deliberating transcendence between two even, equally impenetrable walls, or of her two lively lips allowing a relieved breath entry into our swirling world where we were uneasy until Kathe herself broke the seal and we heard as she heard herself speak