...YOUR HAND FITS MINE SO WELL (for Kneya)

...come take this hande...tis only for ye
...I know so well that this is to be
...the rain may falle and the animals stille
...the streams meander an old mill so stille

...this dance, this dance of life
...and the music it plays so sweet
...out on the dancefloor out here
...we juste shuffle and move our feet

...to embrace those notes and caress and twine
...to become what they are and ourselves redefine
...from the underworld to its above
...this covers the obvious to the sublime


...and where to this journey of prose and theatre
...two roads to choose a choice to filter
...destiny to thine left?
...destiny to thee righte?
...one way only to go...this choice will only be righte

...home where theres but love
...home where there are heartes
...home is a warm place
...the pain...may I leave this adrift many worlds aparte

...life is a dance and melody becomes its soul
...the gardens beneath the blue skye above
...twyste and wrythe and fall and fly
...in a language spoke wordes only but love

...I listen to our bodies torque
...the sounde of humans being