You said, "This song says it all,"
These words, these lines...
The perfect sum of my heart.
You asked, "Don't you feel it? Isn't it perfect?"
It hits me in the soul...
You, me, us–everything in between.
I agreed, "They're beautiful words, yes,"
But lyrics are all they are...
Words on the page, and in the air I couldn't feel.
I explained, "The feelings are in my bones,"
In every breath, touch, taste, and smell...
A lyric has yet to do it justice.
We were quiet, our music blending,
With unspoken lyrics; words left unheard...
Music eternal, around, and within.