It’s about the rhythms meeting
The rhythm of your question and mine
Crossed into our mind
Whether you’re gonna be my only one
And I’d be your only femme
Till we’re old and then die
It’s about the rhythms meeting
The rhythm of our fingers
Touching each others
Caressing more and more
Arousing a wonderful sensation
While the saxophone meets the percussion
It’s about the rhythms meeting
The rhythm of our loving gazes
The meeting of our differences
While Morocco meets France
While gamelan meets the contra bas
It’s about the rhythms meeting
The rhythm of our doubt
Playing slowly in our heart
Is it forever….
Or just temporary flame?
But tonight..
After the flute blended with the lute
One thing we can be sure
It is the rhythms meeting
Of the beautiful feeling
We can’t ever deny
Danse à la ville (1883, Pierre Auguste Renoir)
HYPATIA 