Draw me in towards

The hypnotic coloured lights

Music is alive

Come and hear me play

You will receive a free stone

Hand-painted with love

Try to hold it in

The palm of your outstretched hand

But it slips away

Trees don’t fight routine

Each year they follow the sun

So why do I itch?

Packed like peas in pods

Bursting like bees in a bush

Squeezed like squid in squash