Words are never enough to describe
The experience of Life's magic side.
Images will rarely do
Reflecting two-dimensional the truth...

But in music, song, and dance,
The harmonies will weave a trace,
While the flying feet can follow on their own;
To sing of Life, unfolding, growing,
With the songs we're singing, knowing as we go
The price of Life is always more than just a soul...

Experiences of the music will reflect
Lessons that your senses will direct;
Then all the songs you're singing, knowing
Of the Life within us, growing, day to day
Gives an echo of the flowing,
And the harmonies unfolding, as we play...

While the music? It keeps growing, every day...

© R C 'Robirda' McDonald
October 2, 2000