Sunday Mornings

When
everyone
was
bored
or
to
entertain
newcomers
you
would
make
me
perform
outlandish
standup
comedy
routines
tell
jokes
and
most
of
them
bombed.
Even
that
first
summer
in
Gstaad
when
you
had
me
read
my
love
poems
to
you
out loud
to
people
I
didn't
know --
how
embarrassed
I
was --
how
you
made
me
overcome
my
fear
and
reluctance,
enabled
me
to
perform
in
the
moment
without
hesitation
no
preparation
when
always
I
would
have
rather
sat
in
silence
and
obscurity

next
to
you.