'may I feel' said he

'I'll squeal' said she

'just once' said he

'it's fun' said she

'may I touch' said he

'how much' said she

'a lot' said he

'why not' said she

'let's go' said he

'not too far' said she

'what's too far' said he

'where you are' said she

'may I stay' said he

'which way' said she

'like this' said he

'if you kiss' said she

'may I move' said he

'is it love' said she

'if you're willing' said he

'but you're killing' said she

'but it's life' said he

'but your wife' said she

'now' said he

'ow' said she

'tiptop' said he

'don't stop' said she 

'oh no' said he

'go slow' said she

'cccome?' said he

'ummm' said she

'you're divine!' said he

'you are Mine' said she

           E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)

'One more thing can I just ask you this:

What does it feel like when you're dancing ?'

-'I can't really explain it

I haven't got the words

It's a feeling that you can't control

I suppose it's like forgetting

Loosing who you are

And at the same time

Something makes you whole

It's like that there's a music

Playing in your ear

And I'm listening

And I'm listening

And then I disappear

And then I feel a change 

Like a fire deep inside

Something bursting me wide open

Impossible to hide

And suddenly I'm flying

Flying like a bird 

like electricity,

Electrisity 

Sparks inside of me

And I'm free 

I'm free

It's a bit like being angry 

It's a bit like being scared

Confused and all mixed up

And mad as hell

It's like when you've been crying 

And you're empty and you're full

I don't know what it is

It's hard to tell

It's like that there's some music 

Playing in your ear

But the music is impossible

Impossible to hear

And then I feel it move me

Like a burning deep inside

Something bursting me wide open

Impossible to hide 

And suddenly I'm flying

Flying like a bird

Like electricity

Electricity

Sparks inside of me

And I'm free

I'm free'

                  From the Musical Billy Elliot

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round ?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground ?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight ?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night ?

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly ?

When you ask: How are you ?

Do you hear the reply ?

When the day is done !

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head ?

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow ?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow ?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say, "Hi".

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like en unopened gift ....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

               written by a teenager girl with cancer in a New York Hospital telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.