The Silent Tapping (dubstep)

In the dust of Andalusia's cry

The olive trees whispered

The rivers ran dry

He spun once where the sunflowers lean

Now he sits

A shadow of what he'd been

The clatter of castanets

Echoes in his chest

But the silent heel-tap still beats

In the corners of his dreams

It repeats

A phantom step on a hollow floor

Dancing where he can’t no more

His legs are gone

The war’s cruel theft

But the rhythm stayed when nothing else was left

The wind hums bulerías through cracked old walls

And the moonlight plays where his shadow falls

The cantaor’s voice wails low

A ghostly fandango flow

But the silent heel-tap still beats

In the corners of his dreams

It repeats

A phantom step on a hollow floor

Dancing where he can’t no more