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 twistAtaraxia - Aquarello - http://motolyrics.com/ataraxia/aquarello-lyrics.html
In floating constellations

"We open the dance like unusual
comedians or sylvestrian
interpreters of a bizarre picture."