song and dance

Miracles, poets and spheres can simply appear,other things, like the back of an elephant or the end of the beginning can harvest a day to remember.Most things we say can be deleted if not repeated.Fears and slips of tears release the balance that adheres to the finer points of life .Alec used to say "That when one door closes another opens"and that's all that remains ..openings,closings and movement between the two.Sounds,like music to my ears,a song yet to be delivered to the peers,self composed Jazz with a sprinkling of blue honey eaters from the South of France..you know the dance.It starts with a whisper and ends in applause.Grace sang the last song.Her encore perhaps said it all.Hidden inside the stories of long forgotten tales ,was the answer to our ails...sing your song and take a bow ,for you have touched much more than the simple dream you had posted on the back of stage door.