Make space, make space for what's truly precious
eject the dross, recycle, compost
cull ruthlessly, give things away
banish those who harm you--and take heart
deeper matters will arise.
Taste the woodsmoke, let go, contemplate
a dancing phosphorescent sea
the music drumming lightly from inside your skin
the language, the singer, instruments unknown
but we all know the harmonies of longing and loss
what else on a night of such soft sparkle and breeze
hard light in the glass decanter, the sharp edges of raki
the best music is sad music, someone says
and on such a night, when we only count what's precious,
what else could we sing of
if not of love?
eject the dross, recycle, compost
cull ruthlessly, give things away
banish those who harm you--and take heart
deeper matters will arise.
Taste the woodsmoke, let go, contemplate
a dancing phosphorescent sea
the music drumming lightly from inside your skin
the language, the singer, instruments unknown
but we all know the harmonies of longing and loss
what else on a night of such soft sparkle and breeze
hard light in the glass decanter, the sharp edges of raki
the best music is sad music, someone says
and on such a night, when we only count what's precious,
what else could we sing of
if not of love?