Late Hour Gypsies

Listen carefully...as the seasons creak and turn one into the other.


Listen carefully.

You will hear, in the sweetest dark of night, the late hour gypsies dancing...dancing on the dirt. Put your ear, you anchored to this world...put it to the ground and hear the sound of fiddle driven feet, czardas whirling people who laugh at the turning. Stars twinkle from afar and the night is black as ink among the knarled old oaks.


Winds sift through, you will feel them as they carry on.

If you cannot help but join in their dance, you will not only hear, but see.