Tickling strings or finger pads or ivories
Feeling the push and pull, the give and take
Hearing the music you can together create
The clack of plastic grates at the ears’ memory
Tickling strings or finger pads or ivories
Feeling the push and pull, the give and take
Hearing the music you can together create
The clack of plastic grates at the ears’ memory
My fingers reach now
For strings to pluck, keys to play
Itching to create
Little symphonies
Ever dancing ’round my head
Songs both glad and blue
Sweet sounds of music spinning in my mind
Play symphonies no matter what the hour
In silent orchestras daily I find
A tranquil, simple, everlasting pow’r