Always with a joyful sound,
He carves his words from stone,
Shapes his sadness
cloudlessly,
Honestly, alone.
Each work hides a saintly turn
Beneath
granitic mood;
From stony earth he brings forth fruit
Perfectly
subdued.
His marble musics calmly rise
As praises in the light
With subtlety of angels' eyes,
Purest white on white.
-11/16/01
Go read his stuff!