Music suspends me... This moment, half present. Infinitely conscious, Flying, Grounded, Held Remembered. Vibrating at the same frequency as the music At the same rhythm as you. We fill the empty spaces Cascading Parading Serenading Through the hollow places Replacing dust and air With ****** And care Filling vast and distant futures With promises and plans. Filling empty streets with kissing silhouettes and lovers trance Together with hands held fast We explore the darkest torments of our past And rebirth those stories, give them new shape. Remembering the raisin is still a grape. We liberate ourselves from from historic grief We find we wield the power to our future souls relief
If now i could fill the empty spaces between your music and mine, So that the strings of our instruments We braided fine So that nights like this, So dark And cold Could fill with stars with lights so old That they reach us even after they've gone out
Now the year is dying The colors getting lost Taking one last bow Before the winters frost Now I'm remembering glorious days When we were stars And lovers and busked on bridges With passioned kisses ablaze
I listen to nature sounds, write letters, pluck songs Do my rounds
And think of that moment Suspended in time Were i was yours And you were mine
We don't own each other And never will For i am not a bank and you are not a till Be we were one and made up of light Like pinpricks in the night Made up of stars A star with no name Suspended in music Octaves apart We vibrate The same