You like music, do you not?
The funny bars and small black spots
Rhythm and key and staccati dots
I like music just as well,
The purest form of art, that swells
And holds all mankind in its spell
I'll bring a tune, you'll bring the rhyme
Your voice blends perfectly with mine
Then steadily we'll keep the time
With sweeping chords the chorus grew
We moved so close; the notes just flew
And in that moment then I knew -
All my music is in you.
