Soul Bridge

Meet me here on the soul bridge
Meet me here tonight
Leave your body on the physical plane
Let your soul take flight

This is where the souls dance
Chest on soulful chest
My ears can hear what you're telling me
My soul can feel the rest

Way up here at the height of soul
We can watch the flow
The stuff and things of the physical
How they come and go

And when the body needs the body,
How do two be one?
Then hips touch hips on the plane of soul
As they've always done

Meet me here on the soul bridge
Meet me here tonight
Leave your body on the physical plane
Let your soul take flight

Never So Quiet

As I played the opening bars of my new composition
An old man stood in the darkness and began to dance
A curious dance in which he would spread out one hand
And then the other
And then there was a curious bowing routine
In which he would tilt forwards and backwards
And raise his hat to the young woman in the row behind him
It was mesmerising as a candle in a darkened room
It was profound as broken silence
It was tragic as a fugitive's fatal error
It was a dance none of whose steps or movements he would be able to recall
Though he stared at his polished shoes
And gazed at his beautiful old man's hands
And when he realised at last
That he had not performed the dance
It had been the other way around
He smiled and bowed until his forehead touched the soil of a distant shore