I don’t know what to say,
I’m stumbling lost in a foreign land
you’re talking in a strange language
but your tone I understand

(chorus)
you show me how close a friend can be
you work it out when I don’t have a clue
I once was blind but now I see

everybody seems a little mystified
in a tunnel not sure which way to go
the streets are quiet in the new dawn
there’s a turn-around, a new glow

(chorus)

every piano note you play
strikes home right around the heart
it’s the language both of us understand
it sings out clear, it’s street smart

you show me how close a friend can be
you work it out when I don’t have a clue
I once was blind but now I see

things definitely are looking up
out along the ancient ragged coast.
the sky turns crimson and gold
our love will follow.

 
 
Selected byJenn Zed
Image credit:Priscilla Du Preez
RC James

I work with words, sounds and images to come up

with combinations that hopefully do justice to Socrates’

maxim of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

I do believe that the voice is a necessary part of the

full poetic experience, along with music and movement,

even if it’s a movement of the hands or eyes.