Ivo Plays While Rima Dances
In Trieste Ivo plays the violinFilling the street with his musicHe entertains the passers byAnd one of those is Rima From strife torn Palestine,She comes, just a touristBut also a dancerShe hears his music She kicks off her shoesAnd she fliesIn graceful turns and stepsShe rides the notes he plays Those plaintive soundsGiven shape and graceAs she swoops and glidesOver the dusty pavement For a few short minutesSome magic happenedA special sunlightLit that Trieste sidewalk In a troubled worldBe thankfulThat Ivo playsAnd Rima dances