Rene Magritte

The Rain from Nothing When we first met I was obsessed with Houdini, Gave you love letters On paper that could dissolve in water, On flash paper That could burn to nothing in your palm. The rain from nothing Fell in our bedroom. (As above, so below) Flowers bloomed out of season. All the outside faces studied Our sympathetic magic, Our blind survival. Corrine De Winter Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks