You are every music amidst a crowd and the word of city sounds, for that is my favorite music, and you are my song.

You are my music in my thoughts tonight and every each new day, and the last picture I sight, as my eyes are closed upon a feathered pillow.

Indeed, it is you that I never searched for, yet you are the symphony in that secret place called dream that came true.

Whenever I think of you at this very moment, music is here from eternity. And, when the final sleep does come and if there is kind of sweet sound, I shall think of you.