The sweetest notes of music sing through the air,
And relieve me of the burdens I bear.
Those sweet notes of music belong to you,
But I can't seem to find you anywhere.
I find a door, locked and hidden,
And hear your music, soft and forbidden,
And though I know the door is sealed,
I can feel myself begin to grin.
I press my ear up against the wood,
Straining to hear, but wishing I could,
Break down this wall that restrains me so,
And hold you close, as I know I should.