I pour the questions down the drain [villanelle]

He says, never will I see the snow

He says, I fear not at all the rain

He says, I will not  hide my heart below

She, with burning eyes, will slow

The burdened virtuoso refrain

And says, In springtime, we will know

His scars, as bright as stars aglow,

Mourning, fall upon her face in pain

He says, I will not hide my heart below

The spring must come eternal slow

For she and him recall so plain 

And says, in springtime we will know

The blood is rain to make them grow

The blood runs off against the grain

He says, I will not hide my heart below

He says, I hope for the answers to be no

She says, I pour the questions down the drain

He says, I will not hide my heart below

And says, In springtime, we will know