The Music In Us
As I press on the keys
Gently with each finger
I play passionately my piece
In a manner strong but tender
And thus sound fills the air
To my ears - a great delight!
As if I were in the heavens
As if I knew not of night
Though stars are of beauty
to which my eyes be satisfied
The light of which the day emits
Is brighter than that of starlight
But then my senses implode
by the hammers' sudden strike
The shaking, the tremors,
My body's petrified!
My heart pounds quickly!
My logical mind dies
And yet the hands move swiftly
It seems - each finger could fly!
All sorrow, all burden
Dead flowers in one garden
Somber chants of monks heard
Not the singing of a songbird!
All that pain! I am driven!
Heavy feelings - all are sunken!
'til the illusion is gone
Oh, my heart and mind be one!
And so it ends in a light stroke
Finally played the last note
Slowly I push back my seat
Then firmly stand with my two feet
Nothing has happened
t'was all in the ear
Just an imagination
of a young boy, dear
How such thoughts arrived
No man could explain
For it is the power of music
to turn us wild
or keep us tamed
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