Musical Nonsense - Purging Thoughts

Musical nonsense – purging thoughts Songs of the heart fill the notes on the sheet Black upon white in the fanciest lace Strings out of tune to the places they meet Melodies wane in the moments we trace Choruses christened in sweet water glow Ring through the valleys while villagers sleep Echoes of remnants the masses did know Following tears in the music they weep Bass beats now driving, the wind at the wheel Harmonic detours turn lyrics around Lost with a map folded twice to conceal Any direction a bridge can be found Violins float on a cloud made of rain Drifting through caverns much deeper it seems Piccolos run past the chord dangled pain Wondering what has become of their dreams Symphonic whispers of volumes too high Scream in the night by the light of the moon Dancing with shadows that soon wander by Curious why this is so out of tune Still here I sit on a bench made of pine Pencil in hand and a page it does greet Playing these keys hoping but to remind Songs of the heart fill the notes on the sheet Don't ask me.