Keep Your Song 

  

You’ve got to keep your song. 

A star will shine on forever. 

You’ve got to keep moving on. 

I won’t let you go to waste. 

People, they come and go. 

People, they don’t know 

What they want or where to go, 

But once a star is born 

He is star for life. 

  

Phonies love you when you’re big, 

And ditch you when you’re small. 

Those cheeky grinning ponies will never see 

The point of it all. 

  

But a star is a star by the choice of his heart. 

A star is a star to commit to his art. 

His audience may be one, 

Or maybe one million. 

His audience may grow from 

One to one billion. 

Beneath time and polish, 

He was the same all along, 

Born with a tender soul 

And a gift for the song.  

  

So don’t listen to the people. 

Let your star shine. 

 

 

Nightclub 

 

Welcome to the night universe. 

Dark silhouettes of dancers 

Throb to techno. 

The disco ball and DJs 

Sparkle around the walls. 

Crowds in the balcony 

Hang and bob. 

A song blends with the next, 

Blends with the pulsing throng on the floor. 

Here, in 

The day’s photo negative, 

The day’s yang, 

The masks are stripped, and 

We’re all together. 

Your job, spouse, status and pockets don’t matter. 

All that ugly is beautiful, 

And all that is beautiful…well, also beautiful. 

Here, the edge is the middle, 

As the marginalized come together. 

All as good as the next, 

Because you smile, 

There’s passion in your heart, 

And you feel the music.