Comments about Tony Jennett
You're the silver flash of salmon in the limpid mountain stream,
Will o' the Wisp in moonlight, snatch of birdsong in the dawn.
You're the Houri-song that lingers from a half-remembered dream
And the bowel stirring flutter of a baby yet unborn.
You're the quiet plash of wavelets on a steep-shelved shingle beach:
Crooning dirge and lilting cadence of a goblin's lullaby,
Siren-music throbbing passion, but forever out of reach.
You're the quintessence of joyful tears which burn behind