Papillons
(in memoriam Kelvin Woods)

How we used to make the butterflies dance!

Not kites but angels
And us the links connecting
Energy of earth and Kelvin’s music

To the freedom of the skies.

Come take a kite and let it fly
Like a butterfly into the sky
No one cares if you’re boy or girl
Or even a grown-up; give it a twirl.
Let the line out, make it fly
Higher and higher into the sky.

Everyone’s doing it, no one cares
If your kite tangles up with theirs
Meet each other, make new friends
Move the tangle towards the ends.
Let the line out, make it fly
Higher and higher into the sky.

Kite comes to earth, then put it back
Into the sky with the rest of the pack
Jerk the line and make it skip
Keep with the rhythm, don’t let it slip.
Let the

And then the music stopped

 

In Japan they write a name on a kite
Then release it for the air
To take the spirit who knows where?

It’s a way of forgetting. But we shall remember
When the butterflies gather together
In the sky
He’ll be there with them
Dancing

 

The show goes on.