
Music, I’m sorry, makes me weak when it is the sound of falling snow
Or arrives on a wave of guitar strings
Or Your voice, calm and out of my league, I’m sorry, music makes me weak

Music, I’m sorry, makes me weak when it is the sound of falling snow
Or arrives on a wave of guitar strings
Or Your voice, calm and out of my league, I’m sorry, music makes me weak
I’ve not found a whimsy
Riding on The Wind
As the snowflake
Who knows The Direction
So stays the course
And I cannot go outside
I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go
What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things
We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us
The whitest of truths
A moment pregnant to heal
The blackest of hearts
I’ll only accept
Slow-motion snow
I’ll solely respond
If offered the Sun
The moon and the stars
Cannot steal my gaze
My feet wait firm here
For lightning’s call