"As the Music Plays"
I look back to when I was but a child.
I could see my grandfather dance away to beautiful sounds
from what I thought was the ethereal plane.
And now I look to you. Spending this moment like my last.
Because, when I am with you, it is that very music that plays.
Because, whenever I am in your presence,it is that very music playing.
Because, when I gaze into your eyes of purity, the very music plays.
Whenever I am away, but thinking of you, it is that very music playing.
I asked dear old grandad once what music was.
He said to me:"Music is what you want it to be."
So, as far as the beautiful music is concerned, to me, music is you in all your forms.
Music is beauty, and that beauty is you. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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