A soulful mist parts as the violin plays for me
In a crowded theatre
A peaked mountain forms
Draped in the suns shawl
As the tenor sings to me
Alone
Music knows me
As we meet in the space between us
Covers me
As we leave for lands of legend
And speaks as though language beyond the word
Please sit a while
And lift your face like a flower in a morning field
To the light of melodic love
To the sound of the swinging door
To the opening of your soul
mF
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