“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

“...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...”

“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”

“...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...”

“...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...”

“...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...”