I see musical notes dancing, and kicking across the stage
as Broadway lights flash upon the written words on each page
with the stoke of a pen I breathe some air
into a character like Fred Astaire
There's no business like show business--
I know
And, fade into the part where the two lovers begin to sing a song --
Yes, as they dance along --
and, they sing like they're in heaven
yes, they're like two blooming flowers in the Spring -- it's true love - the real thing
that boy see's nothing but stars within her twinkling eyes
that make him dance n' sing n' smile --
He tips his hat like that - yes, like this, and - then like that,
step, tap  
step,  tap
clackity
clackity
step, clack
tap  
tap
Then she spins around like this leaning in to give a kiss
but then she playfully pulls on back
just before laying a little smack
yes, she playfully pulls away --
she wants him to court her a certain way --
tap
step, tap
step
tapity
clackity
step,
tap

Oh, and the boy is confused by all of this
he just wants a little kiss
so he works hard to get it right
Oh, how he wants to hold her tight --
Then
He bows to her like a Princess as it were
Then
She so cutely leans in -
and, you just know it's so all over for this guy named Jim
then the lights begin to fade
as they both sing n' dance across the stage --

and, the love that these two have found
started out with a familiar sound
with the stroke of a pen
I will breathe air into them again.

I used to bang on fretted strings
frilled out chords and pretty things
I closed my eyes and let it flow
no boundaries did imagination know

I still can feel the rising rush
of blood electric through my veins
reminisce of all the chains
I've busted through
me and my crew
we did the do and so much more....
out of this world we did explore

through the sound, through the music, through the sound, into the mystic, so profound, to feel the music...

in our blood, hearts of lust
a musician's kind of kindred trust

i miss those days...

I sometimes weep inside
I hear a verse and groove the vibe
but something inside me knows it died
...

A life once lived, so true...
so true
That life I lived is through...
so through

But still I keep an acoustic propped against my wall
in case that the muse of music does call...
*please call

I see the window you're passing through
full of all the hope, and dreams still inside of you
it's just a shadow
it's your last glimmer
of all the dancing candles
in your last window
you remember
the scent of red apples in the Fall
Oh, how you don't regret a thing at all
every pink cherry blossom on a tree
how you loved to watch them blowing by the sea
and, the fresh white linens you hung up in the Spring
as red robins harmonically chirped along, and they would sing
a reflection of all that's past
just like all the love you wish could last
fleeting as it may be
you don't regret the past
you're just happy you had a chance to see
how lovely a place this world could be
in this last window you're passing by
as I squeeze your hand, and say goodbye.

A note to any future guests...
Turn the porch light on before you open the door
you might be surprised if you call for my cat
to see a pink mouse or, a family of rats
or, perhaps a gathering of wild raccoons
mastering great skills, and foraging tricks
they're now eating with my good chopsticks
because out in the country where I live
when it's pitch dark at night
and, the owls n' birds have long taken flight
you'll hear the call of the wild just after midnight
Yes, so when you call Kitty-kitty
when you open the door
don't be surprised if you let in much more
animals wearing white napkins galore
because you forgot to turn on the light
a family of raccoons, a pink mouse, and some rats
a mountain lion, and coyotes
have all walked in with my cat.

The time that divides us is the speed of sound
but always, always --
our world keeps turning round, and round
In dreams -- perhaps, we may meet
and, yours  a familiar face of warm memory's -- the one,
I fondly greet
You --
a poet or, painter -- on a Paris street
And Me --
mysterious eyes  
the kind that secrets always keep
a wistful smile of feminine wile
cultured, and fair
with fine clothes, and red hair
Time will slow down
and, there will be no divide
with fluttering memory's
that rush inside
I know when I find you
and, you find me
this time, this time --
this time again
our parallel universe's will collide
and, they will transcend
circling forward, and backward
again, and again --
like two cradling swans
loving again.

There on the cliffs
I spread my arms
over the sea
I reach for thee...
The room is still
I hear the ticking of the clock
I seek solace
  as the ocean crashes against the rocks
These words, these words they're all I have
beckoning me home again, and again
You hold me tight
  while we're in flight
we soar, we soar, to dizzying heights
my white gown flutters
all through the night
Tick, tick, tick
and, there's the hum in the room
inside stars
it's just the sound of my cocoon
Oh, how I never want to leave this place
in my imagination I've found grace.