Isn't this nice? It's a little like yarn bombing, isn't it? How about a song to accompany it? There is a space to add an image of your own little brick patches, here.
As the rain fallsso doesyour lovebathe everyopenobject of the world--In housesthe priceless dryroomsof illicit lovewhere we livehear the wash of therain--Therepaintingsand finemetalwarewoven stuffs--all the whorishnessof ourdelightseesfrom its windowthe spring washof your lovethe fallingrain--The treesare becomebeasts fresh-risenfrom the sea--watertricklesfrom the crevices oftheir hides--So my life is spentto keep out lovewith whichshe rains uponthe worldof springdripsso spreadsthe wordsfar apart to let inher loveAnd running in betweenthe dropsthe rainis a kind physicianthe rainof her thoughts overthe oceaneverywherewalking withinvisible swift feetoverthe helplesswaves--Unworldly lovethat has no hopeof the worldand thatcannot change the worldto its delight--The rainfalls upon the earthand grass and flowerscomeperfectlyinto form from itsliquidclearnessBut love isunworldlyand nothingcomes of it but lovefollowingand falling endlesslyfromher thoughts