Rhythms Meeting

It’s about the rhythms meeting

The rhythm of your question and mine

Crossed into our mind

Whether you’re gonna be my only one

And I’d be your only femme

Till we’re old and then die

 

 

It’s about the rhythm meeting

The rhythm of our fingers

Touching each others

Caressing more and more

Arousing a wonderful sensation

While the saxophone meets the percussion
It’s about the rhythm meeting

The rhythm of our loving gazes

The meeting of our differences

While Morocco meets France

While gamelan meets the contra bas

 

It’s about the rhythm meeting

The rhythm of our doubt

Playing slowly in our heart

Is it forever….

Or just temporary flame?

 

But tonight..

After the flute blended with the lute

One thing we can be sure

It is the rhythm meeting

Of the beautiful feeling

We can’t ever deny