The lips of the sky breath a sigh of relief,
freeing spirits fallen, to go dance among the sleeping world
whispering in broken ears, "please remember, life is not grief."
Dreaming of swimming though stars blinding with a beauty unfurled.
Ancient shadows crawl along the horizon painting tales long forgotten,
as a piano sings with a voice of shivering leaves,
the moon is the hero, the sun is a villain,
while the frogs are henchman playing washboard in the reeves.
Please remember that music is wind trapped in a box,
raging waterfalls pulling drum beats down into its murmuring heart.
A scream of fear uninhibited by dark tricks and locks.
Haunting echoes, flavors and alluring aromas tear a past apart.
     Remember, each breath we take is the soft summer wind
     Please, do not let your life end... let it begin.