Faded Tapestry

Drum rolls, pictures fade on project-al, slowly   
Faded memory of prime, lovers that came a' went  
There was a time, when I used to swing and lights sparkled 


Playing gallantry with the dance floor 
I made the earth vibrate down to its very core 
With such foxtrot moves, I conjured up tango and danced 


There was a time, in not too distance past
When my stands brought novation, adored, stage light bright   
And I charmed the most pessimist to believe in miracles  


Occasionally I walk past walls, such walls 
That once captured shadows of dance, in my prime 
In my prime, in my prime, oh in my prime 


A song in my heard, tap tap, foot movements 
Tempts a come back, with dim lights flickering 
And I heard an old soul calling 


My brittle bones, fights to escape 
This captive surrender, rose cottage signal signs  of an end 
I fight so I can be  a matador again, 


To bring shadows back to this life again 
To bring shadows back to this life again 
Drum rolls pictures fade on  projected walls 

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The Tapestry of Art

If in paintings Picasso and Miret    
Van-gogh can be painted, woven in words    
Decision, "indecision" subjective in abstract meaning  
To have stories told in such fine finesse of elegance       


A thousand and one  Arabiain nights  
Shahrazad carved in stones of literature  
Like presidents on mount Rushmore    
To stand freely the test of time


If words can be transformed  
Into sound, music      
And movement with pureness  
Rhythm of grace     


And "fate" in signs of language, meaning  
Is projected by the delicate ballerina on floors  
With richness of old Paris in fashion     
English Shakespearian stories enacted 


From Russia with love of the art, gift parcels   
Signs the man to assemble 
Ballet Diaghilev impresario 
To bring the "golden age of ballets russes" 


I  would add poetry to glorify  the options
The essence of art and sophistication   
Define civilisation as the cross roads layered  
Between complexity of varied cultures influenced   


Seasoned to be infused, like a collage
Presented as a treasure of humanity
A master piece of delicacy 
The crown jewel of enlightenment


I would add poetry, to its richness adored
To define the tapestry of art, civilisation of man
Which no man can own as possession hidden in vaults 
No race can solely lay claim to, as history tells