In my musical, Madame Polenska, the remarkable heroine late in her life
begins a passionate affair with a young gym instructor at a local hotel.
This is the song he sings when she protests she is much too old for him.
It's quite an amazing tale of sex, metaphysics and greed---so just click on
the flowers below.
 

Age Is A Matter of Numbers

There's a great wide gap in our ages,
But that's something only fate controls.
There's a great wide gap in our ages---
But not in our souls.

  Age is a matter of numbers,
  Thirty-six, seventeen---
  What does it mean?
  They're simply digits,
  And digits are blind.
  They don't show you the heart,
  They don't show you the mind.

  Age is a matter of numbers,
  Sixty-five, twenty-two---
  None of it's true.
  None of it's valid,
  None of it's real---
  It's not an emotion,
  It's not how you feel.

  Age is a matter of numbers,
And when one is in love,
When one is in love,
 What can numbers
  Possibly reveal?