The depths of my soul in a requiem
who I am sings deeply blissful.
Where do I go to for solace?
If not to the yearning of strings,
and when my heart is joyful
a gypsy band will sing.
A happy reunion reflects
in the jive of technology's button.
My thriving soul will look for expression
in an exuberance of celebration,
and when the pain of regret appears
a slow movement soaks my depression.
Love and passion,
soft lids and lashes
latino and tango and swing,
when there's a spring in my step
and life feels so good
I'll be drawn to the sound of the Ud.
There's a drum in there somewhere
for my tribal and tramping
a thumping of real and robust
play now, play hard
todays all you have
ashes to ashes dust to dust
MgM
