A dull moan. A lazy “no.” A deadly critique.
Just when I thought I had gotten it all right
Basso is there for my slightest folly.
“BERRRP.”
Occasionally, I’m shocked by your arrival.
Other times, I catch myself taking a silly gamble
just to hear you sing.
They say there is a thin line between love and hate,
but I never believed it –
I had never fallen in love.
That is, until there was Basso.
Stay tuned for an ode to Tink: the quieter, but all the more thrilling, alert sound.
