I'll listen with my heart
for the tune unheard;
for the soloist's song
sliding through the world.
I don't need to know the notes:
only feel the love.
I don't need to know the words:
only hum softly to the silence.

And when I'm dancing,
line by line,
to your sweet Harold
I'll play it all over again
just to feel your care,
just to know and smile and laugh

*because I know you're there.