Sing to me sweetly,
even without words,
without a sound.
The silent melody takes my breath away,
I start singing harmony,
noone else can hear it.
The song is beautiful,
colorful, vibrant, but wordless,
the rhythem syncs to the beating of my heart...
Even far away the song is still there,
in the back of my mind,
never ending, never over
We meet and there's a hush,
yet the lull of the musical composition remains,
it's so elegant.
You can't write it down,
nothing can express or contain it,
time can't even tame it.
It's like a blazing fire,
nothing controlled yet unpredictable,
unlike the wind inconstant, merciless
Sing to me sweetly,
even without words,
without a sound.
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