Strings of Attachment

Pluck pluck pluck.

The bass moves along

Pluck pluck pause pluck pluck

Swinging the crowd around.

One lower dance’s chieftain plucks

pause pluck pause pluck

the crowd still follows.

Cheers erupt when the piano hammers start to mine in the high altitude.

Singer joins in the improvised verse called The Moment. The Moment the players share with dancers, the observers. The unison of the relative few overshadows the disparity of the many.

Pluck pluck bang bang

hammers and strings, legs and arms, thoughts as one.