Dance Under The Brass Chandelier! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I see you dance alone with a smile
And I only look at the polished floor
As I know the vast gap between us
In the same music?
You're the younger Queen in the manor
And I am just the young ragged gardener!
Though I pour water to the flowers
I have no right to pluck them.
My unlocked Castle at the backyard
And we live in the same premises.
Sometimes in your sugary dreams
I may be your Hero but in reality
I am only the orphan boy
Who pushes the wheelbarrow
Full of fertilizer!

[I heard a lot of Gospel music when I was growing up, black and white gospel music, which is very Blues-infused in its musical vocabulary.]
-Guitarist Tim Sparks