Vibrant gypsy hearts-- yes, I met them there

while thin strings of gold day played in my hair

and their bows were quite long, to kiss the sky

with fine notes that even the birds could not deny

green shadows twisted high upon the echoing winds

and all the colors of life’s travels then blended in

as if, yes, even those very colors had danced it, too

red purple colored browns and faded sky blues

balancing it upon my chin as the song had begun

I taught the laughing notes how to skip and to run

it was a well-learned lesson, too, for my eager eyes

to catch upon dust and sunlight how a tune replies

Oh, to serenade with glee their slimmest wood necks

then to caress them gentle, with the utmost respect

but how to tame my unruly fingers before they pluck

it is how one shall find that great music is struck

beats thud much bolder than weighty elephant feet

yes, to crest and fall as the roughest waves repeat

to meet this fractured walk of such thunderous beat

to raise high these roofs and shake hard these seats

bang on again, dear friends, for we shall rest in time

when the ear is reached and romanced by this art sublime

for in music is the magic, all of creation’s passion and need

to carry away all the problems that make life’s joys recede