As winged notes across the distance fly Past lands and oceans, with the breezes soar, Their melodies to mingle with the sighs Of surging tides upon a distant shore. So do the tunes that from your fingers pour Into my heart in whispers soft and low. They speak of love, of joy, of pain and more, For in my solitude, my teardrops flow. I feel the music kiss away my tears It's warmth caressing every ache and pain, And sings a serenade to calm my fears; A stranger, yet I welcome it again. The songs so many fingers played before Your magic touches to its very core. © DarkEyes, January 21, 1999 Thank you for your music and for beauty you contributed to the net. [ HOME ] [ MENU EN ESPAÑOL ]
As winged notes across the distance fly Past lands and oceans, with the breezes soar, Their melodies to mingle with the sighs Of surging tides upon a distant shore. So do the tunes that from your fingers pour Into my heart in whispers soft and low. They speak of love, of joy, of pain and more, For in my solitude, my teardrops flow. I feel the music kiss away my tears It's warmth caressing every ache and pain, And sings a serenade to calm my fears; A stranger, yet I welcome it again. The songs so many fingers played before Your magic touches to its very core. © DarkEyes, January 21, 1999 Thank you for your music and for beauty you contributed to the net.
