Words only add frost to snow,
my hands are not a sculptor’s,
their caresses can’t improve
on the smoothness of your skin.
Your warm heart was beating long
before we met, I heard it
in your full song, I wonder
if there are notes I might add.
Depth Charge: The first line of a love poem, springs from the last line of a death poem:
Life is an ever-rolling wheel
And every day is the right one.
He who recites poems at his death
Adds frost to snow.
Mumon Gensen, Japanese Death Poems, p. 109