Speechless
Silence is the fabric
That the notes are woven through,
Just as a painter paints a picture,
The silence is our muse.
The power in the phrases
Truth in every chorus
We were born to make music
Just as music was made for us
When words cannot describe it
When sadness is too strong
We sing away the woes,
And we know we'll get along.
This music is no orphan
It's adopted by us all,
You know the louder that we play,
The harder we will fall.
But when we do fall speechless
and the spaces are too dense
When words begin to fail
Then the music will commence
