She tonight speaks louder than usual, but with more acute and astutely tuned melody.  The performance is a marathoning track that I can’t exhaust from.  I time self in sips— stay tempered and told, more or less tame.  Admire her tint, shade, contrast and definition, tone, set.  I’m set in what she lets— her smile with lamp reflection has me just watching and not sipping, inhaling lightly and with a touch of reservation through nose— we dance.  We’ve never been this close before— Pinot, me— Unseen curvature of free—