| "Ludwig and I (demo, and rough at that)" | |
| Ludwig and I would gaze at the sky on a warm, soft, vernal day; lying quite still, on well-shaded hill, viewing clouds wander away. We were contented, if but for a while, knowing wild winds will come Ludwig, with me, would drift aimlessly on a clear, calm summer's day-- row or just glide through fair countryside-- telling stories on the way. We were contented whilst floating down stream knowing life is but a dream Ludwig and I would gaze at the sky but the thunderclouds appear; lightning and rain hide desolate pain and the lonely days come near. We were contented at least for some time though the wild storms are come. | |