Pan

In the mountains, in the gardens, in forests and by river streams
His music fills my ears, in the grass I lie,
Upon the cliffs the waves crash below
And all around his music fills my ears.
Into the soil I sink, into the ground, into nature I fall.
Sweet pipe music sways my soul to the rhythms of life.

Intoxicating, hypnotising, it saturates my skin
All around me he dances, his music lifts me high
Clouds rush by and storms gather in the horizon,
A hazy sun, a bleached moon all conspire to melt my soul
I feel myself dancing to his rhythms, moving, swaying to the rhapsody.

Together we dance to the edge of the cliffs
Moving around each other, almost one, almost perfect
I raise my hands to the clouds above and the rain begins to fall
Lightening flashes and in the light we dance as one
Rain soaks our skin, and still we dance upon grassy cliffs
The waves roar against the stone, the clouds run by
White sea horses rush across the shingle beach.

I cry with joy, happiness and delight
The music is all I hear, all I feel
His dancing body swaying to the beat
The rhythm of the earth pushing through us
Moulding, melting, dissolving, fusing together
Across the seas we leap as one
Under clouds, moon and sun we dance.