Music, its my second pulsing heart
Each beat a measure of my hope, my will
Solemn and tranquil, fierce and thrill
Music, its more to me than just art
Just listen, listen to the skipping tune
Flowing through us, from touch of skin
Cascading emotions, the melody within
A piece of peace within to please, please begin
Each strucken chord, struck a chord
A strum to ivory with arched hands
Over strings and frets the fingers pans
A chord played with fiddle bow of silver strands