Sign my Art Dreambook!
I discovered I was humming a tune,
Tapping my fingers to the beat,
Shuffling my feet beneith my desk, dancing.
What is that tune? I queried myself, not my usual behavior... So familiar, but from so long ago...
A voice sang in my head, but it wasn't my voice.
I was concentrating on my work, intent on mundane goals,
But a part of me strained to hear the words...
A formulation interupted my half revelry, and I leaned back and closed my eyes, to remember the calculations, to avoid digging out the calculator.
But numbers didn't come...
Instead the voice sang loud and clear... "I am the Lord of the Dance said he..." and for a flash I saw your laughing eyes.
O.k. you had my full attenton there and then.
Full recollection and warm feelings.
I am not alone, am I?
Thank-you for the memories. Thank-you for the visit.
Ah but alas...
I opened my eyes, and with a chuckle dug out my calculator.
McCridhe