The Musicians

She sits in the corner Hair over her face Strumming her guitar At such an easy pace He comes out and joins her She begins to hum He sits on the ground And beats on his drum Then she starts to sing And I gently close my eyes Voices tugging at me When they harmonize In time with the music My heart starts to beat In tune with the words my eyes start to weep I follow along As I'm taken for a ride Through hopeful ideas And foolish pride I wished it hadn't stopped When they got to the end I felt so touched Like a hug from a friend Whoever wrote the words Had seen into my heart Whoever wrote this tune Is pulling me apart I'm thankful for the musos Who played it so caring And I'm so grateful to them For their honest sharing