Deborah’s sculpted head in plaster
A horse cast in bronze by Sabine
Katarina's candelabra flicker
By a starlight from Eline
And still here above them all
Hope hangs high upon the wall
In each reflection a dissection
Of what has gone and what goes on
The curated contents of a certain heart
Open now for all to see as art
I like what I see and hear. Good rhymes, Peter!