Rik Bertrand

(18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

Music Is My Life


I am just sitting here,
Making love to my guitar
Strumming out music,
My love doesn't stray too far.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Hugs and kisses come easy,
From the strings that I caress.
There is nothing more pretty,
Than my guitar in full dress.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

I am carried into ecstasy
With each note that floats out
Feel the music within me,
It's busting its way out.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Play the music with me,
Sing and raise your voice.
You will feel the love of Music,
Your heart will have no choice.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Life cannot deny me love,
Or the music that's inside me
The melodies are my heart and soul,
And it will always be my decree.

REB (FEB 2012) Dedicated to Twig Sullivan, because music is her life

Submitted: Friday, February 10, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 10, 2012

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