sing your words she said then sang without care for pitch sing about basil so fresh and open free and tempting basil she said falls into your food onto your lap becomes the lover in the song we all sang about before we married
when I sing her voice returns the basil grows to a lover the girl in the song divorces her family to be with the lover sadness covers the pitch she taught me this to let the words do all the crying
she lost her lyrics before she died in mid-verse she changed basil to mint this lover’s smell a chill in the air no longer the spice caressing the nose
I sing her lyrics make the lover taste of mint and the daughter refuses his embrace runs back to her mana making trahana stirring a thick soup to stop it from sticking I sing the Cypriot way let the music lead the voice rise too high fall too low emotion before breath
