Sometimes my love streams in the keys
Of music and emotions I really feel
Sometimes the melodies and music writes itself
In a language with words only some can understand.
Sometimes my fingers play the strings
In notes of unforgotten beginnings
Sometimes my lips hum through the flute
In a passion that flows mute.
Sometimes my eyes dance with the sky
In the presence of a spirit divine
Sometimes my hands sway with the beat
In celebration of just being.