Symphony No. 2
in D major 4th Movement
this is my stomach

Goethe, he was an artist.
Schiller, Mozart, Beethoven.
Writers, musicians, painters all.
Even now I hear Chopin's call.
The tunes make my heart sing,
my soul dance.
I'm in a trance
when I hear those sweet melodies.
Like the sound of your voice,
it all makes joy
come rushing back to me.

Won't you stay,
play a little longer?
I may not be as gifted as you,
but I could be your muse,
if you were to choose
me to.

I met a ballerina named, Elise
Her favorite song's Fur Elise
The first time I saw her's leaping
I was amused; everyone started clapping

Oh, my heart flutter in joy
I saw her smile from the stage
Her smile precisely fits her face
Her performance was talked in Illinois.

I was boy and all insecure
I couldn't tell her how much she made me sure
Of how living could be this good
Even they say I'm your fool
My eyes only long for you
Heart's all yours, and that's true

Too bad I could show you,
All the success I have made
You rested early that the world thought,
I was left aching for your love
All my life I only drew you,
listen to your favorite songs,
And I rested well beside you.