Gift of music Wherever I may go Away in the distance I hear the sweet sounds I feel it in an instant The rhythm of guitar The beating of drums Maybe a horn or two A bass that's strummed A singer that wails Or a mellow tone Together they all Put you in a zone Pianos and organs Violins and cellos Just a milk bottle It would still bellow At a huge concert Or at a small bar With the right sound People come from afar The various genres Oh there's so many Millions of songs I don't want to miss any Of all the things around Music is universal I don't know anyone That thinks it is dull Music may be a gift From a higher being To share amongst us And share a common feeling ©Schizology

Schizology

A bit of thought Are you thinking what I'm thinking We take a walk behind the shed We pretend we're home in bed Am I dreaming this or is it real You standing there so elegantly Your body is shaped eloquently Can you pinch me hard I ask This can't be what I'm seeing Your beauty has me believing It doesn't seem possible to do But singlehandedly you did it Made me confess my love bid ©Schizology

Schizology

Gift of music Wherever I may go Away in the distance I hear the sweet sounds I feel it in an instant The rhythm of guitar The beating of drums Maybe a horn or two A bass that's strummed A singer that wails Or a mellow tone Together they all Put you in a zone Pianos and organs Violins and cellos Just a milk bottle It would still bellow At a huge concert Or at a small bar With the right sound People come from afar The various genres Oh there's so many Millions of songs I don't want to miss any Of all the things around Music is universal I don't know anyone That thinks it is dull Music may be a gift From a higher being To share amongst us And share a common feeling ©Schizology

Schizology

A bit of thought Are you thinking what I'm thinking We take a walk behind the shed We pretend we're home in bed Am I dreaming this or is it real You standing there so elegantly Your body is shaped eloquently Can you pinch me hard I ask This can't be what I'm seeing Your beauty has me believing It doesn't seem possible to do But singlehandedly you did it Made me confess my love bid ©Schizology

Schizology