The music wrapped itself around us as we sang and forgot. The room had left us. The paper copies danced away and we forgot. Simply perfect music flowed from us, we were all there together completely focused and completely mesmerized and it happened again.
The words do not flow Only tunes come forth Notes Sounds, Music, Is my vocal love I will speak Cello, Violin, Guitar, Sting my words together My vocabulary is vast I use keys Black & White Do you understand what is said I will voice it slow That your ears take it all in Tears will fall, As an orchestra Of sound comes forth, Emotions will spill As all is spoken in String, Keys, Tunes, Are my language, let them be heard