The Beatles were an elastic Band

who preyed on guitars at night

Their lyrics were originally poems

Like the Tongue of Songs

The old wisteria makes a canopy

With my love I hid there wild and free

Then we sat in silent levity

The waiter brought iced cake and Earl Grey tea

A water fountain gurgled happily

Yet soon I was alone Andy so was he

I feel a naked hand upon my heart

Cold as winter in its icy parts

The cold hand seems to grip or even squeeze.

Seeks to kill my heart and not to please

I wonder if intrusion can be blocked

Psychic armour, ways the evil’s stopped

Deep inside there is a peace and calm.

Though on the surface there are fickle storms

Over heart and lungs I cross my arms

To keep my feelings in and free from harm

I did it yesterday and I was calmed

My breath was slowed so will you cross my palms ?