Violins serenade through valleys of the night,
Nightingales warbling echoes out of sight,
Baritoned drumming calling my ancient name,
I hear their old thudding across dry African plain.
Trumpeting elephants, primitive trombones,
The rattling of ancestors long gone bones,
Strumming guitar strings caressing the heat,
Vibrations humming, every chord & beat.
The acacia´s wind strings tinkling in the breeze,
Hippo´s yearning aria calling to dead seas,
Whispering sands, every grain in tune,
The wise wolf howling at the moon.
Marimba & piano, bongo, harp &, flute,
Operatic voices leave me dumb & mute,
In my head I hear every note, I hear it all,
Africa´s music,
I must go, I must heed her call.
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