To His Favourite Tenor Poem by johannes lewinsky

You whom i never met and never knew
You whom i listen compulsively to
and sing with
Have made of this heart space home space

For you knew what it is to burn and turn
the heart inside and out and plumb
the depths between and live still
And enjoy the act of living still

In a world that is not congruent with
This seething of passions in
But calls always for discipline decorum
In your dealings with

you will sing for as long
as there is somebody somewhere listening to
who can rejoice in your refusal
to kowtow to