Ursula

Why hurt me with your truth, leave me with your dreams, melt me lemon blue, with your bows and cologne, and easy ballet scenes, would you see me home, against a wall of tunes, dance lightly as a bee, turn me pink as yellow dew, treat me like Shalome, invade all my territory, then just leave alone, your garrotted satin shoes, splay like tambourines, shredding all my tissues, make me wait go on, you’ve someone else to see, we will let you know, talk is cheap.

Sarah

Your song resonates, and still weaves, blue notes on a piano case, artists spin alone, but you sang a treat, the year you let us go, can’t get past that date, how it makes me feel, when you whisper and hesitate, cry for all those fallen, down lonely streets, nowhere else left to go, your fans count the days, for those 'fifties scenes, but time was your adage, the unthought of homes, broken metre and sighs, the years still to come, your face in their lives

Raphaela

1993 was a big year for me, but home’s not so easy, there is always another reality, will my dance leave a legacy, gossamer tears of intensity, a furtive wave on a big sea, like my mother in radiotherapy, unhinged by clemency, parades in front of me daily, they said Daddy was no surety, received no leniency, imprisoned when I was thirteen, an intense premier Ballerina, now I exude elegantly, laugh put lipstick on my history, allowed to move freely, at 38 it feels like honesty, to carry on uneasy wings, my current state of liberty.

Pammy

Your son is going home, his Papa waves bye bye, they leave you all alone, birds thrum their tune, you lie in a lemon light, the lover comes back soon, put something on the stove, crickets sing in the half night, salt rims the bowl, a secret toil’s within you, scientists bemoan a global high, your mother plays on tubes, has she ever known, smoking her Camel Lites, a life not chasing numbers, if there’s any virtue, she’s steady as she flies, doesn’t suffer any fools, says this is her time

Ofra

What brings me to this night, keeps away the tears, paints the walls with life, when you can easily feel, dancing so bold and clear, more than a movie reel, regular it denotes our time, sweet lemon notes brought near, songs are our birth right, creep of moon’s a jewel, above stars white and sere, here is something real, the cool evening light, without drama on lonely piers, set our tunes alight, on its rise it reveals, the communal spirit’s here, someone offers you wine, someone says Hello dear.

Lydia

Sometimes we are cradled, when images are taken, memories of him clean shaven, love lights his blue trombone, black and white sepia playing, sunny evenings down the town, when I was a baby, he had this place shaking, jazzy and crazy, the moon’s dancing zone, draws pictures he’s engraving, magnolia, cotton, bones, his long notes and gait, pull at my traces, I give a twisted wave, would you know you Johns, hurrying through the rain, on a corner zebra cold, he was once great.

Marita

Does a husband's family home, need to suffer still, light 30 candles all alone, money given to every vagrant, sees you stumble, fall ill, they smart at your changes, weigh you down with stones, say they’ll shut the till, cut love block your phone, can they note a river’s play, recognise the chill, of someone’s different ways, let them rage and storm, crush all laughter shrill, their screams at something gone, dancers at a Catholic place, work their usual skills, help you to steer away, hope enables will.