Quiet Man

sometimes I want to kill the quiet man in me

whose love lies dormant deep down where the choir sleeps

whose love lies lost where wind will never give it wings

the quiet man who never sings the love he brings

sometimes I want to cure the killing man in me

with kisses light as song the wind will never repeat

with kisses from the fingertips of fine white hands

the killing man who never sings the love he can

1982