lest you lose yourself in the music
swept away by the tune
it flows so strongly against the soul
sweeping violins and soaring flutes
notes jumping like silver fish
and the bass of it all
rocks in the streambed
look around you and see the scene
and do not close your eyes
for if the music claims you
as it threatens so often to do
then you are lost to me and I to you
flickering clarinet, gentle harp
I plead with them to leave you be
but you are gone, gone
as your voice soars above it all
rains down its beauty on all who hear
keep your eyes open when you listen
your voice sweeps me away
to strange worlds, oceans deep and wide
islands with palaces built of sound
ringing with beauty in every form
dancing through the hallways
with the conductor's baton
I cannot bear to hear you sing
it sweeps us both away
apart and closer together in exhilaration
sweet and joyful yet painful
for it must end
you must always sing, and I will listen
your voice is the light
the guide to my path
I walk down trails of eighth notes
half notes, sforzando, forte, pianissimo
crescendo and then fall again
leading me through a dark forest with music
someday I'll meet you at the end
and perhaps we shall sing together
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