The floor swept The rugs rolled The candles lit The bowls of nuts and Bombay mix, The air in the hall is hushed Only kitchen sounds And glasses clinking in arrangement. Soon the door is opened to the evening air And we gather to dance To talk, To listen To reflect and breathe in Another life. Amongst the revels And the insight And the laughs and the tears. And the tears when we realise It’s time. And the coats are on And goodbyes are said Until the next, Until the tapping of toes Take us to your open floor. But until then, Let’s sweep the room Shake the rugs Smile at memories we’ve just made, Crafting richness from the poor.