J Terrapin

I was born in the seconds of an hour’s last breath
When I snap my pretty fingers (I do feel) quite attached
You can’t hear me but you can see me and you’ll feel my grip
Simply speaking i’m allowing you into my drift
Do not say harlequin
Nor is it terrapin
I hate the theremin
We shall acknowledge him
She speaks and I fall in
Get ready to strap in
When the mud is just right and the air is far gone
The roots have waved and all the leaves are singing right along
Blades and stems and jades and hymns and flapping kestrels sing
The sky can be the ground the soil was seen to bring
Do not say harlequin
Nor is it terrapin
I hate the theremin
We shall acknowledge him
She speaks and I fall in
Get ready to strap in
Oooh-Eeee
Ahhh
Ohhh
Ahhh
When i’m holding the winds blowing you might feel confused
With a gentle little push you’ll see what I can really do
Overthinking isn’t really what i’m born to be
You know me as Jade Hairpin but my name is Sherylee
Do not say harlequin
Nor is it terrapin
I hate the theremin
We shall acknowledge him
She speaks and I fall in
Get ready to strap in
Oooh-Eeee
Ahhh
Ohhh
Ahhh