Brendan MacCarthaigh

“GOT TO DANCE” I saw the dance. The music winged their feet – Now soar, now spin, now fly, now whirl, now fall – The music stopped. Like wet clothes on the line The dancers turned Cinderella after the ball. I thought and thought (who never danced a step!), Life must be sourced by life, like flowers by sun. What we compose has life because of us. True, ours will end – but what we bear lives on. And on and on. A mystery unbound. Instruments and colour play their part – Compliant agents who conspire with us To populate a lonely world with art. Art is all life made new, a fashioned mate – Sight sound hear touch soul mind – These are our angels springing time and space To flood our arid souls with the divine. Brendan October 2018