A stomach bellow from Louie’s arm
An encore galore
Strings, trumpets
A voice robotic
Passed metal containers
My pain, your pain
Into the next voice
Piercing through
Of cotton and tears
An angel sitting on the window
The color contrast
Coal choked strong
He sings, gliding softly
The keys start
She follows, guiding strongly
Holding his own
In the presence of an Angel
She has to sing it twice
Stressing peace to a summertime baby