Василий Ясевич

When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like the lazy ocean of the shore, hold me close, sway me more. Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with me. When we dance, you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me. Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you. Only you have that magic technique, when we sway I grow weak. I can't hear the sound of violin, long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how.