parts

it takes two to tango
three's a crowd
and four's more

shouting uno! is fun, yes
but is it when you're sitting alone
at your worn, wooden table, cards set for your friends that didn't show?

five's a jive
and six - a mix
but seven? heaven.

a solo sounds pretty
but a full orchestral sound
with layers reaching as numerous as players; that is what's pretty

eight, bring a mate
nine - wait, he's mine!
ten, let's do it all over again

one foot in front of the other to move
slow, aching steps
but movement once again

one, you're done
two, we're through!
three, don't ever look at me

a pure painting is not painted with one color, one stroke
style is not mastered with one lesson
to mix it up, there's gotta be more

four - no more
five, how am i alive
six - a bag of tricks in disguise

succeed as a team
no pyrrhic victories here
boost each other up to win the day

seven; her words drip with venom
eight; said with hate
nine; there goes the chime

a quartet needs four;
never overpowering the others
working for a common cause

ten.