You may choose to look the other way,

But never again can you say you didn’t know;

How it feels to be pressed close,

A drop in a tide of bodies moving and swaying.

A drop in a tide of voices.

A droplet in song, a note in music playing.

Mixing, combining,

Something new from disparate parts.

A part of something, swirling and swaying,

Where boats hide in buildings and sing from facades.

Bargaining, heckling, moving and playing,

Songs join together – hear what they’re saying.

Feel the sensation; a swelling tide.

That carries us forward, pushing aside

Difference and damage, divides and delay.

Raise your voice and sing. There’s something to say.