follow the music score
this is the real thing
not a manikin
this is a man
the real thing

Hold up your jar of light
the one I bought you
open the lid
let the sunlight out

with a prayer
a wish
a goodwill

How the rains came
wild blue in waterfall tears
magenta orchid clouds to wear
Oh, the tropical winds
leeward, an ocean blowing in
plumeria flower waves
a blissful turquoise bay 
lay of fragrant floral sands
warm breeze to carry
this wild ocean breadth
far and off to foreign lands

In your hands
I shall place
sweetest flowers
little yellow suns
to hold you
shining

upon your palms
I will map days
follow hidden paths
traced through trees
to reach
quiet rivers

holding your hands
at the border's edge
free dive, trusting
letting go, to fall
our two souls
deeply connected

there is music playing over these hills a secret sound
played by the unseen and heard in the early watches
of a summer that hardly sleeps you can count on it
as sure as the sea is only a mirror to be walked across
every morn these days the music is an eternal rolling
mist from out the deeper sea and will play every day