Turn your eyes from the devil
And turn your eyes toward me.
Listen- don’t simply hear.
You can’t look- you have to see.

Life is far too short
And Life is far too long
You are a concerto, my dear-
Not merely a song.

Make note of the cymbals
And make note of the key
Close your eyes to embrace the nature
Of sweet, deep sensuality.

Those hands don’t fumble
And those hands don’t tread
On the path of harmony
Which humanity is led.

Through waves of emotion
And through waves of grace
Those hands wade deep in the waters
Where your true Beauty is laced.