He lived next door to
Our apartment in the Projects.
His equipment was loud,
Studio of smoke and
Fire.

He caught dewdrops,
Shivering
In quiet midair. Every
One like a
Star.

We moved away,
Now the diamonds no
Longer sparkle, impressed
On empty
Space.

Forty-five now, among
My own children, magic
Still washes
My memory in the
Dark.