I love music, it speaks to the depths of my soul.
I like to think it's because of my rich heritage, true, I am no African
I am a Trinibagonian, but at times the journey my ancestors traveled,
The experiences they share, the good, the bad, the times they fought and fighters they were, real warriors on the battlefield of life.
So I listen to music, cause for the life of me, and a few others hahaha I cannot sing or play an instrument of the Western acceptance(Rastaman bun dung Babylon heh heh heh)
Then came you the dancer to the drumming of my heart,
The smile that illuminates rooms,
Sweeping your way through all the blocks I've thrown up
Managing the obstacle course as easy as Sunday morning.
Interesting isn't it? Amazing isn't it?
Did not expect the fun and laughter but I'm open to the smiles,
Thanks from me to you, the dancer to my heart.
Songs played, dances danced and now the night is over,
Slowly the reality crept back to me, this is all a dream.
You are not here, there is no song, no music and my heart is naught but a heart,
It beats. I live. No drumming comes from within.
The sun fades to the dark of night and the winds, once a warm embrace is now a cold slap to the face.
Waking up to the reality, that all was but a dream.
A dream I say! All a dream!
