I’m the melody, You’re the harmony.
Your percussion and I’m the bass line.
In the onset we don’t fit,
But in time we MAKE good music.
We can sit with silence and let the music bump,
Your head bobs, my foot taps,
Our hands move at once.
You bring the verse and I’ll bring the chorus,
Together we make the bridge when we drop that beat.
It’s easy to feel, yet hard to say,
So we musicians and vocalists take our turn at play.
This here communication is a cold collaboration,
Two souls, two hearts, many parts, one song,
Our genuine manifestation.
You move—I move—we move,
I move—You move—we move.
We move, together we look out,
And the world grooves with us.
So I’ll bring the melody if You bring the harmony,
You bring percussion and I’ll drop the bass line,
We’ll find a groove together,
And in time we’ll BE good music.
The words escape me,
I try to speak but your demeanor it leaves me weak,
And in your eyes I can see the place my heart longs to be.
It’s hard to say, yet easy to feel,
This love it grows expanding fields.
And when you look into my eyes,
My Isis soul it flies and flies,
Close to the sun of your appeal my heart if falls back to the field.
I find no rest, my heart it heals.
My mind is smart, it tries to yield.
But I forget, my wings return,
And for your love I yearn, I pine, I burn.
Empire Nights @
Empire Coffee house,
3829 A South Edmonds Street,
Seattle, WA 98118
November 14, 2009