Well Hall

We turn to this from what we were by chance
Transforming who we are by what we choose
Our life is given meaning in the dance

Seeking the music's momentary balance
the counterpoint's in woven, mystic clues
We turn to this from what we were by chance

In this small space we find a large expanse;
turn single, turn together it renews
Our life to study meaning in the dance.

In times when fate has thrown us on the slants,
Unsure of what to hold and what to lose,
We turn to this by what we were by chance.

Before, we saw each other in a glance;
Now we see by deeper, older clues
As life is given meaning by our dance.

We breathe together, keep the time, take hands;
the music starts; who knows what then ensues?
We turn to this from what we were by chance;
Our life is given meaning in the dance.

Nicholas Jones (my cousin's husband)
written for the Pinewoods Early Music Week auction item