Music’s got to keep moving If it stands still it’s not music at all Just a single note, alone and purposeless Music’s got to run, you see Like a river flowing down to the sea Music has to ebb and flow To build rainbows in the sky Among clouds passing by On that cusp on…
Dancing in the golden dawn Manes and tails fly in the wind See them run Mist swirling about their hooves They rear and pirouette To salute the sun Sailing in majesty across the pond Curve of white neck elegantly placed Wings stretch and beat the water To rise and fly In the morning sky Sun…
I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…
Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…
