Here comes

the medicine man,

With his glittering box of clefs

Like the ice cream lady

in the Odeon

Pass me a quaver

Care for a treble?

Like to try a madrigal?

Two for the price of one!

Want to taste

some harmony?

freshly made

this morning

Maestro,

be a love

and fetch some more octaves,

we’re running low….

Oh dear, this coke is a bit flat….

Medicine man

mediates

between your senses

and spirit.

Medicine man,

the combiner,

the diviner

With his sacred invisible tongue

Delicate as china

Speaking words,

without words

Expressing the inexpressible

After the silence…..

A deeper understanding,

how low can you go?

Let the cattle cry, ‘Death Row’

Rock-a-bye-baby-your-soul

Or RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE WITH ME!

Lay-lady-lay-as-the-wind-cries-Mary

Spread your patchwork blanket on the green

And picnic on the food of love

Eat the music

Give me excess of it

Hey, medicine man

Pass me another quaver!