Gershwin Played

Gershwin Played -
Manhattan sang my soul so bare.
The strangest thing was such, you see -
I dreamt away without a care.
The beauty ran through my existence,
It read me -
Played me -
Held me free.
I fell away to ivory bells,
I drifted to its thunderous beat.

I am a simple, sorry, statue’d soul,
Yet one cannot but marvel at -
The synchronicity of old -
And how it still can stir with vest.
One hundred, more, the ivory rang,
The thoughts of lives that have since past -
And yet untouched it touches me,
A magic that will surely last.

For this soul’s real? -
This God is real? -
Right now, an answer, I cannot find.
But how could marvels such as this -
Come from a hand that’s not divine?
So let us lose ourselves for once -
To ancient beating, timid hopes,
When all is all, and all is done,
Our dreams can live -
Our Soul elope.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 2nd December 2007