Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Where are my gypsy's?

This lyric has been in my notebook since 3/12/08. In light of my musical expereince this last Saturday, I thought it appropriate to post. To all the gypsys out there, we are playing together even though the corners of our worlds may be far far apart.

Melody placed at center stage
looking to engage
the hands and hearts
that would love to come and play.

Where are the gypsy's to sing and play harp,
to the music I hear in my heart?
Where are the gypsy's to dance circles of notes
around the tunes that we impart?

Invitations have been given
but the room is quiet and still.
I'm waiting for those to become aware of its living
and join in creation of song.

Where are the gypsy's to sing and play harp,
to the music I hear in my heart?
Where are the gypsy's to dance circles of notes
around the tunes that you impart?

How long will I wait
for the passionate pace
of my fellow gypsy's gathered for
for music's romance?

Where are the gypsy's to sing and play harp,
to the music I hear in my heart?
Where are the gypsy's to dance circles of notes
around the tune that I impart?

Come share in the laughter, the life and the love
of the music of an every day gypsy that is still looking for her clan.

Here, in the music are my gypsy's. They have been playing here all along.

Copyright 2008 T.L. Eastman

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