Song of Harlequin

Now 'tis time to play and sing,
Let voices shout, make bells ring!
Beat the drums both brass and tin,
I sing the song of Harlequin.
'Tis time to eat, though food be naught,
'Tis time to drink, despite the drought.
'Tis time to celebrate all lives
Of men and maids, of husbands, wives.
Now's the moment to rejoice
For soon we may not have the choice...
And though my sword be but made of wood
Still I'll draw it to defend good
Times, and fend off Ennu's dour smirk,
Who hath pleasure none but ceaseless work.
So, let's sing of music's rapturous joy,
Dance to its rhythm, Melody's envoy.
Let's emulate the Heavens, where planets spin,
Come dance and sing along with Harlequin!

--from a collection of poems called SONGS WITHOUT SOUND