He was a dancer indeed
His take on life was ‘as it comes’
It was his jive and his creed
The thought adds up to something when you do the sums

He was light on his feet
He’d float like a leaf caught in a gust
You felt his pulse and his beat
It’ll add up to something if you say it must

When you glimpse the art of a dancer
From afar as he arcs and he glides
Every question will have an answer
The truth of which only time decides

There are moments in life when you don’t make a sound
And you can hear the call when love comes around
It was his silent dance of passion and grace
That finally brought us face to to face

Fate, and Chance likely agrees
Now I sit up here and I eat my plum
To be alive in the breeze
It adds up to nothing when all’s said and done

When you glimpse the art of a dancer
From afar as he arcs and he glides
Every question will have an answer
The truth of which only time decides