Whistles & Toots . . .

's okay - blow your whistle . . . toot your horn . . . I'll dance to your tunes . . . catchy and full of verve . . . and when you call it a night and go home to your computer, instants meeting ages, I'll probably still be dancing - slow and easy swaying to rhythms of distant beaches and songs from the backyards of yesterday . . . I may miss you - I hope you may miss me more . . . but we will be fine - together or apart . . . dancing to the whistles and toots of our lives . . .