Port

My friend, my friend! Can you hear me, my friend? I lost you in the mist–…


Drinking Song

To pour, to pour To drink, to drink. To numb my core And not to think.…


The Buddha's Departure

Upon the royal bed they rest: My dearest wife, my infant son. His head…


The Storm – Reprise

From the other side of your safe little windows You admire me. You write…