Musicians. Dorian Ford Piano. Annie Whitehead Trombone. Winston Clifford Drums. Neville Malcolm Double Bass. Carol Grimes Vocals.

The Dance Grimes is a poem in praise of Marc Chagall

I imagine that we had never agreed to go our separate ways.

I’m not drowning in water; my body’s not porous, as only the lonely can be

I am flying in heavenly moments, not counting the time or the cost.

Don’t wait for me, you will not see the one you assume is lost.

Dizzy wants to dance and strike up the Band under a round yellow sun.

Twisting and turning, She’s yearning for love To the beat of her personal drum.

She gave her heart to a red fiddler, A blue violin tucked under his chin,

A ring in his nose A dance in his toes

They dance till the notes run dry

Long is the night, She spins delirious

Blue notes on the wind

Let's dance all three the Cockerel, the fiddler, the artist & Dizzy Dance till the notes run dry...

Dizzy you see, wanted to be a Gipsy tipsy with the dance. Whirling and twirling with a Cockerel as purple as Damsons in autumn all ripe with the sun

The artist slips sunbeams, into smiles as he shows her.

A bouquet of flowers, Red yellow and blue

For this woman as green

as the leaves in the morning after a shower of rain.