Music.

The Musician

I never knew quite what she was saying,

But a part of me did from the start,

Yet none of that mattered, for while she was playing,

I understood the beating of my heart,

I'm not sure if it was the notes she played,

Or the beauty of the sound from her lips,

But something about it, inside laid,

Something like love, upon my heart it sits,

I'd travel to each venue,

And follow every tour,

Even if just to hear you,

For only a second more,

But with time music must fade,

No sound came from her lips,

No longer, inside laid,

Something like love, upon my heart sits.