A Song That's Danced, Not Sung

By: Fran Walker

(Copyright:  Fran Waker 1998)

There sings a song not sung

Played pianissimo, we unlessoned go

Moving to its karmic strum

A song danced, not sung

Perhaps Pythagorus heard it played

A celestial serenade

But he, even in mystic trance

Found no numbers for the karmic dance

He instead found in geometry

A right angle of lucidity

A theorem elegantly contained

In a one-dimensional earthly plane

So former lives, loves, fears

Are muted to unhearing ears

We do-si-do without deja-vu

In improvised steps with no musical cue

We glide with others in an arc of dance

Bisect lives, call it chance . . .

(Copyright:  Fran Waker 1998)