Her Name Is Music
I’ve been looking for a purpose,
Her name is music.
She’s in the feel of the piano,
The conversation between
Dark and bright, the rhythms.
That brings me home,
A dance of a cello and bow.
The smoke filled rooms
Of silent conversations,
The opera that echo’s
In my heart.
Her name is music.
She’s in the feel of the piano,
The conversation between
Dark and bright, the rhythms.
That brings me home,
A dance of a cello and bow.
The smoke filled rooms
Of silent conversations,
The opera that echo’s
In my heart.