The Studio With You

My mornings will begin five hours past midnight Eyes barely open, calluses still hardened I grab the pick from my nightstand Feeling strong and hyped despite drowsiness The pick flips as the strings sing their tune Awakening bliss of chords and melody Waiting to be in the studio with you.. Light strums become distorted beauty Your presence is at my side Power is on, inputs are occupied Notes harmonizing ever so sweetly Almost no effort is made Yet the process is so perfectly tuned Oh to be in the studio with you.. Time for a homemade breakfast Familiar scent of eggs and sausage Sunlight crashing through the open window Plucking out my notes between bites Such a warm and welcoming feeling A morning complete, sweet songs and orange juice Across the hall from the studio with you.. There's no need to leave our home Business trips mean walking to the beach Painting, drawing, creating for money Submitting our hearts into various auctions Odd jobs, writing songs, living simply Food on the table, love in our home Glad just to be in the studio with you.. Afternoon fades into a sunset A visual reward for surviving another day Playing guitar on a warm rooftop Looking into the world resting in your eyes Romantic chords intensify your glances Our bodies embrace as sun lights the ocean Holding you forever in the studio with you.. The pick lies on the nightstand as we lay to rest I see it as my motivation and my charm Fighting for what I love, evolving into my dream So that happiness and satisfaction can flourish Your voice is a lullaby, sweet and eternal Resting our minds for the following day Another night in the studio with you.. Music is a lifestyle, not a hobby A lifestyle I hope to completely acquire On a distant beach of endless splendor Laying on the rooftop with guitar and voice Music and love coexisting with no limits The world is our studio The studio with you..