You pluck the strings
I press the pedal
You strum the chords
I caress the notes
You sing your heart
I mime the words
I pen my thoughts
I guard my dreams
You play your part
I act out mine
You know your lines
Mine are engraved
You never falter
I barely fail
You sail like the wind
I float away
You are the black
I am the pale (white)
We make the chord
We form the scale
You give a hand
I share a smile
You lay the flowers
I say the grace
You see the sun
I see the moon
We feel the love
We know it's true
You strum the chords
I caress the notes
You sing your heart
I mime the words
I pen my thoughts
I guard my dreams
You play your part
I act out mine
You know your lines
Mine are engraved
You never falter
I barely fail
You sail like the wind
I float away
You are the black
I am the pale (white)
We make the chord
We form the scale
You give a hand
I share a smile
You lay the flowers
I say the grace
You see the sun
I see the moon
We feel the love
We know it's true
1 comment:
thats a nice composition deepa, or is that mandeep. black n white, i might have perhaps written somethg dark on it, but wldnt have fit the bill cos here we r talking abt music.
well as they say to each his own.
Cincy is doin gud, but all r more or less busy. I am off to india for dec :)
how's life at ur end.
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