Thursday, June 30, 2005

Sum of the Parts Equal the Whole




















Under the sun of a New Orleans heat
Waiting, watching, anticipating
Excitement moves into motion
Music they speak

They gather their instruments ready to play
She stands in the middle of the street
Moving with the pulse of time
Music they speak

Paused on our travel down the road
The music has pulled us in
She begins to dance
Music they speak

Wine and comfort food for our ears
Getting lost in a world of motion
Becoming part of something
Music they speak


Unborn baby she carries to the sound
Moving to the rhythm with ease
Not Mozart but a New Orleans beat
Music they speak

Taught the soul of the street
The beginning of time to the end
Mother infusing music to a child
Music they speak

She dances and we see the music
She dances embracing her baby
She dances while rubbing her tummy

Music they speak
Music they speak

Smiles pass through the crowd
A beat causes some to bob
Few push their way through lost
Music they speak

Sound enriched by street acoustics
Talent given by grace
Performance for the people by the people
Music they speak

Uninterrupted by passing cars
Music carried forward by passion
Heat passing by the coolness of the evening
Music they speak

Working performers, a box moves to the crowd
"Put it in the box" she says
"They ain't tap dancers" she completes
Music they speak

Dollars fill the box
They play on
Music fills the street
Music they speak

She dances and we see the music
She dances embracing her baby
She dances while rubbing her tummy

Music they speak
Music they speak

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