Mar 2015
A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls
Memories visited
As one day dreams
A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.
Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.
Fly through blue skies
Natural highs
On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.
The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited
Turning on this little black box
Ice cream And sweetness reign in A heart
Stands strong.
From a radio in the halls
Memories visited
As one day dreams
A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.
Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.
Fly through blue skies
Natural highs
On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.
The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited
Turning on this little black box
Ice cream And sweetness reign in A heart
Stands strong.
This is a passage, about the magic of radio, as it sends messages to the human heart.Describing the unique language, that is music. Such is universal in form and is cherished in deep connection to the human heart.
