Don’t play those songs for me that set me weeping,
Keep your lyrics locked inside yourself,
Don’t write the words that set my pulse to racing,
Hide them in some pages on a shelf.
Don’t pen the poignant notes that make me shiver
You’re strumming on my strings and take me higher,
Out beyond mere sound and softest downstrokes,
Way out somewhere where the air’s on fire,
Set to flame by rising pyrotechnics,
Your words and music, tone and then your voice,
They play upon my sweetest keys and whisper,
The music flows right through me, I’ve no choice
But to harken to the chords and let them wander
Deep into my soul and give them wing,
You play your words and music, I’m rapt listening,
Don’t stop, keep on, it hurts but let them sing.
Mere words alone can never do this damage,
It takes music set to rhythm, to a score,
Play on, you minstrels, poetry in love notes,
Melodies with muse, I beg for more.
scottishmomus 