For this piece.
If you listen really, really carefully to the lyrics of the song
Shape of My Heart, by the legendary Sting.
You'll see the magic.
Hope you like it.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play
for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect.
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades
are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs
are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
mean money for this art
But that's not the shape
of my heart.
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal
a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades
are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape,
the shape of my heart
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
Shape of my heart