The gifted man
He carries a ukulele in his hand
Whenever the mood takes him
He takes to a lay-by
And strums a tune that’s taken shape in his mind
He lives a ramblers’ life
And swears the earth whispers the tune to his spirit
Subliminally, between footfalls
To play it back to her to hear and enjoy
Upon a night, even the crickets have been heard to fall silent
As he keeps her company till dawn
When he falls asleep at daybreak
She keeps the shade over his eyes,
To keep him from waking without a proper respite
This routine will continue until his final breath escapes him,
And is buried by those that find him
To be welcomed into her arms.
Let me tune you into my frequency, for I’ve wondered into yours by simply watching you be
Draw in a little closer to me as you take my hand on the dance floor
And you’ll find we have the kind of rhythm that makes others stop in their tracks and stare
As we discover for ourselves that we have our own blend of body chemistry
That empties the packed dance floor save for just us two
Breathless, we leave each other as the music grudgingly comes to an end
But it is not an end but the beginning of a song only you and I can hear
With the two of us sharing the conductorship of an orchestra capable of playing the music, without end.
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
This is my election despair song,
Hating both main candidates song,
I’m not supporting either of you song,
I’m voting green!
Cause no one else seems to be representing me!