I hear tunes in my head, It plays to the tunes of Beethoven, Then slowly ceases to silence. I hear tunes in my head, An imagination of what your voice Sounds like to me. If I were to choose between the two, I would always choose the latter Because I can dive into my imagination And because nothing can move my heart Than the sound of symphonies Orchestrated to sync with the beat of my heart. I hear tunes in my heart, The brass that is your breath, The stringed instruments that ties my heart, Percussions that matches the beating, Of my once silent heart.