the soul has a house

the soul has a house
with windows shaped like eyes
nose, ears and lips
through which music flows
in and out, like a breeze
making the tingling thoughts dance

the heart has a drum
to catch the beats and the rhytms
of lifes streams and torrents
and it lives and gives life
to the noises we carry
and exchange with dear ones

the leg has a foot
to beat a path that lies ahead
to execute the dance borne by the music
in somebbdy's head
let this be you, my darling you
be the shepherd of your thoughts and life