By Michael Young

The Gaiety Theater, A miraculous place.
Something to suite a different taste.
A collage of sound, deafening, profound,
In every direction, the hearts perception,
A cultural delight, music alive this night.

This Hall where I stand, in no music land.
From north, south, east and west,
The music fights to be the best.

My soul drawn south, towards salsa no doubts.
My feet drawn east, towards a soulful beast.
My heart drawn west, where jazz reigns best.
The north holds the exit.  This the only exception.
No rest for the wicked.

I savor the sound, I sample each one,
My heart at dance, my soul full of joy, my feet have fun.

The Gaiety Theater, A miraculous place.
Something to suite a different taste.
The hall there is the place.
Where my soul, my heart, my feet,
Wonder to meet my fate.

29 March 1999, Swords, Ireland