17 April 2012
|| The music swells || All around me || Twisting and turning || Melody and harmony ||
|| I close my eyes || I feel the beat || A steady tapping || Made by my feet ||
|| Adrenaline rushes || Through my veins || I feel alive || Forget any pain ||
|| My fingers begin || To flow across the keys || My tongue creates || A song to sing ||
|| The music twines || Together so sweet || A crashing crescendo || Adds flair to the piece ||
|| The song starts to drift || Off into quiet || The last resounding chords || Sink into silence ||
|| In the echo that's left || The absence of sound || Then a booming, thunderous || Applause resounds ||
|| Then out of my reverie || I look up to see || An empty room || Full of dreams ||
Song Of Dreams • Opuss № I