Let me into your recitals
I'll watch from the side-lines
I'll be ever so quiet in the shadows
Oh, do you hear cymbals too,
It's like percussion in the corn.
Darling, may I play along too,
The chorus is coming
I hear choirs in the distant
And songbirds in the meadows
Now it's resonating in my toes.
As the music comes to a close
I pray it long echoes
Arrangements, harmonious
And has symphonic overtones
I pray it's an interweaving of dreams.
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