Vista Ruido Buena (The Noise Song)

Noise

Hypnotic and tribal

Brass buttons and knobs,

Melting together,

As taut cat whiskers pulse.

An angry snake,

Devours its mouse a la mode

Tail shaking, misbehaving.

Voice over voices,

Stream of rolling tongues;

Touching, grasping,

Kissing these latin lyrics

As they escape mouths

Entwined in passionate frenzy.

The chorus beckons to join

The flamboyant parade of

Laughter, rhythm, bliss.

A dense coil of white

Winds itself, slowly,

Into the damp night air

From the pursed lips of a passer-by,

Holding his cuban close to his face,

Swaying to beats like a

Weak tree in the cruelest of winds.

Thick fingers on frail ivory bones,

Leading softly, a loosened grip

Now dragging the tune

In maniacle pace,

Adding playful sophistication,

As the deep cracks of the drum

Continue in the darkness.

Toes become legs become arms,

Necks and shoulders detatch,

Though remaining inseperable.

As the universe spins to life

In this rendition of

The ancient art of

Noise.