London Bridge is falling down...

“Water for Elephants” is in the bag,
Robert has left his Jacob Janowski,
Eyes to where he will see out jetlag:
London Bridge is falling down, my fair laddie!

Will he visit his lady fair
Working over in Canada?
Will a reunion bless this pair
And give them some time together?
It seems there is a small a window
Before “Unbound Captives” starts up,
So jump it, dear Rob, and don’t be slow,
Drink and empty that lovers’ cup!

For we have heard your stricken chords
Trip magic “song from another room”,
How can you rest in your house of lords?
When the call for more begins to loom?
So sing, sweet minstrel, sing for us,
Let your vocals soar the ether!
Be our last, and only and first!
Be our Troubadour now and ever!

We wish you back to London Town
Where they respect your privacy,
Lay some soulful music down
For love of your own soul, my fair laddie!
Comforting strangers and protective friends
And those who respect your gifted muse,
Will help you gather all wearied ends
And let them unravel and loose…

None compares to your unique sound
Your lilting and pulsating harmony…
Sing; fill us with sense-surround,
Corral us in seductive melody…

Though London Bridge is falling down,
With weight of expectations, my fair laddie,
We tumble freely and we wish to drown
In the Thames of your music, my dear Robbie…
(after hearing Rob sing in London, news of WFE wrap up and start of Unbound Captives etc)