East german kiwi I met at Vincents opening
Mood: color
Listening to: blue miles
I speared an olive and you appeared
And the room turned crimson hushed
Talk of python young ones and such
Brought alive with your mimic rush
World issues and wondering why
When east met west the fountain cried
Onto New Zealand and history paths
And the room turned a yellowed hue
Communication and conditions human
The mystery of the mystery of life
Then to mind states and moods dark
Your voice began to waver
Life colors left and cold blue blew in
You grasped a plate and you were gone
