Capri he's safe and in metaphores dwellin'
The death of a muse in a heart not quite swellin'
I'm loving the best of a friend I see needin'
But I know not the beast there that I must've been feedin'

For Icarus flew on light winds of his passion
And took heavenly substance far from earthier fashion
So glib by design of unworldly ambation (sic)
He mistook his wings for the immortal ration

I laughingly try to enjoy a friend's playing
But instead am mistaken for a jealous Knight slaying
Yes I love her proud music as she knows how to reach me
Yet through years now I fear how much more she could teach me

But Capri in fun I do solemly sware
That my visions have humor, ironic... aware
That essence and dreaming, so culturally blind
A sucker is born each new moment behind

So come all ye concernings and let's put them to rest
The metaphore's meaning does not alter my blest
For genuine caring is transcending the pain
For though a genius I've seen, I'll a good man remain!
ttr