Socrates

 

I hear a whisper

From the Aegean blues

A ballad sounds

Like a million hues

Some pass away

Others grow up

Broken hearts, and –

Fake prenups.

Music does sound still

Just as loud

Faces don’t look the

Same in a crowd.

Some faces get lost

Away in the sea

Maybe that face sings,

From the Aegean, to me?