come and dance with me
my light is tired
remind me that the best music
has always come
from the exhausted and the hungry
who know it is all the world
will give
and all we really have to give
remind me that victory belongs
to the passionate
and empowered
not the ones who wield oppression
in the shade of shames
they cannot face
share the Tarantas the gods
have taught you
to keep you strong
on the days the notes have been
the only food
to feed a famished soul
awaken me from the numb of sleeping
to see my light is not so comatose
at all
and it is only my eyes
that carry the exhaustion
of malnourishment of the heart
and that dancing is the truest way
the light of the heart
may be revived