When the gleam in your eye starts to glow,

and the swallows grab their instruments

and begin the song,

and your heart quivers

like a starving beast,

and your dreams break out of their cells,

and ride the moonbeams

to the stars,

then life will start clapping for you, and

the chains of fear and sorrow

will break, and turn to dust,

and blow across the clear night sky.

Take a bow, then, bend from the waist,

soak up the thunderous applause

of a meaningful life,

you are in the dance

of life.