Ataraxia Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Aquarello Lyrics

Your hands and my words trace circles,

 Lines, volutes, assonances,

 Fragrances of sonorous abstractions

 Atmospheric nuances,

 Tenuous impalpable motions of spinging chords;

 Cerulean, overseas-blues hover and twist

 In floating constellations

 

 "We open the dance like unusual

 comedians or sylvestrian

 interpreters of a bizarre picture."