Now is a time to write songs
if you have them
Sing from the pits of
battered lungs
Let G-d guide your voice
and all the troubles of today
flood your mouth
Give shape to words
of a thousand lives worth living
and millions of moments form
each syllable sprung from dancing tongues
Bring each chorus forward as a charging
army of sonnet and soliloquy
Played upon a stage unkempt
as actors scurry in their gait
to tell a story worthy to be told
If a thousand heartbeats pass you by
keep one for you
and for me
Take my hand
and teach me how to dance
