Spanish Beauty

Spanish bells to break the sun a million diamonds come unspun spiral plumes to yearning earth holding it's mouth agape Albeniz in fingerprints plucking strings in quick descent brings to mind the toreador to Dali hallucinate Catch the sun drops in your hand with the rhythm in demand We are chords to strike and sing a melody delicious Feel the swell and taste the air filled with Spanish savoire fare Dance under the diamond rain gaping mouth in heaven.