Far away from the maddening crowd
My fingers move and the hands dance
on the tunes of my head
and the song of my heart

Inking words and weaving tales
Stories end, people take birth
and then they die without a trail

Far away from the maddening crowd
My fingers move and the hands dance
From this name and from that moment
come out fables of wars and heroes
of might and love torn between the states
of heart and kingdoms of the commons and the greats.

Most dearest to me
is the tale of me and you
Reading all that I want to express
Keeping it hidden in the recesses of your heart and
yet making it true.

Falling for you
Was the hardest I ever fell
Feeling for you
The way I do
is the sweetest I’ve ever felt

As I end this tale
you start anew
for once in a day
I will listen to you

Tell me all that you know
and all that you don’t
Far from the maddening crowd
I weave a tale, between me and you.