When the light fades
The city slows its pace.
Keeping time with the reflecting, setting sun.
Take the eyes of this tourist.
And one harbour bathed in light.
Take one evening.
Like many others before it.
And many yet to come.
But still...not like any other night.
At least not for me.
This night was my gift.
And this piece of plastic, glass and metal
I hold lovingly in my hands
When we come together there is magic.
Magic that responds to my touch.
And the light, O this light.
It is different every which way I turn.
So I turn and shoot.
Turn and shoot.
Pirouetting in the growing violet
Until the day is done.
