She lays in hot baths
under the baton of Shubert
in the Caves-des-Papes

And as she reaches up
some rolls over the edge
and hits the water

And as she puts her head under
some rolls over the rim
and hits the floor

But the wake as it slaps the tile
is drowned by Shubert
from the next room

And her hair floats
in the dark water
and fans