And in the ties that bind we found that perfect sound
the music in the mind as you explain how you came
to play music on guitars and charm people near and
far
I love singing, trilling on a note that reverbrates
through my being, changing me into a musical
instrument so that I become a bell, a violin,
a melody
A song myself, I am wild, cannot be tamed, I
am passionate, cannot calm down, I feel the
lightning in my soul, then you catch me with
the melody
In your verse, the rhythm of your rhyme, your
dreams of things ethereal, your visions of pure
spheres turning in infinity, the lighting flashing
brightly
While the music that you make surges through
my heart, changing my appearance through
the feeling, setting me free...
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Beautiful images!
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