Sizzling French Class

Now that was a sizzling French class,
Marali’s personality sparkled, her voice
a fine-honed instrument, her charisma
enchanting - I love such excitement

Her sense for accents exquisite, her imitation
of the Southern French accent done with aplomb
the class hung on her words, she showed us a
movie clip, bizarre, funny, brilliant, absurd

I had to leave early as hubby’s beamer was acting
up, yet I am delighted, our new French teacher is
dynamite, this is the stuff of life, I wanted to do
one more boring translation tonight, but -

After playing chauffeur, purchasing groceries,
dealing with Tiaan’s depression on his bad
cricket performance, preparing dinner and
cleaning the kitchen and floating on -

The after-effects of a super class, I cannot
start, life is so beautiful when special people
share their dreams and thoughts, thank you
Marali, thank you for being ideal…

Lightning In My Soul

And in the ties that bind we found that perfect sound
the music in the mind as you explain how you came
to play music on guitars and charm people near and
far

I love singing, trilling on a note that reverbrates
through my being, changing me into a musical
instrument so that I become a bell, a violin,
a melody

A song myself, I am wild, cannot be tamed, I
am passionate, cannot calm down, I feel the
lightning in my soul, then you catch me with
the melody

In your verse, the rhythm of your rhyme, your
dreams of things ethereal, your visions of pure
spheres turning in infinity, the lighting flashing
brightly

While the music that you make surges through
my heart, changing my appearance through
the feeling, setting me free...