With the job of Apollo done
And the music of my ancestors playing
I turned to my Yiayia and looked as
She danced.
She moved as the ethereal tune caught us
Watching her, my cousin leaned to me and whispered
The Greeks love love,and they hate love
Because we feel with our entire heart, our soul.
Now I know what she meant
That night I saw Yiayia dance her heartache away
Loving the night, and hating it would be the last
Because that is the night we all remembered
When we laid down our roses on his coffin
And we remembered how he looked at his wife dance
How he smiled because we had each other, the music,
And love