My husband, of course, is a musician. It’s his job. So he is deep inside it, especially the writing of lyrics. The house is full of poetry and music, and I guess the ghostlike quality of his songwriting, the strange ethereal femininity of much of it, is a big inspiration. Maybe that was why he was attracted to me in the first place. He says I was floating around his songs long before he met me!
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
You are a force of nature, dear
Your breath curls from your lips
As the trees bend down their branches
And touch you with their fingertips
They’re bringing out the dead now
It’s easier just to look away.