No music… no music… no music...
No Music can compare to the song we made
You were the violin and I was the piano
Our chords danced in the ether
A melody sublime
Rising and falling we created color
The fusion the friction the ferocity the fantasy
The fantasy… the fantasy… the fantasy...
The fantasy evaporated
The song had to
End.
And, we both know...
It wouldn’t sound the same if we played it again
The chords are too familiar
The melody's not as sweet