David Roth
Sounding
Just like the keys of a piano are weTwo different colors and all different keysLiving in search of the same melodiesAnd looking for ways to be blendingJust like the strings of a silent guitarWe're next to each other not touchingBut play them and then we can see who we areAnd hear how we're sounding togetherJust when it seems that we're learning the songsWe'll find an excuse to stop playingEmbarrassed that some of the notes might be wrongAnd afraid of what we might be sayingJust like the face of a banjo is roundWe follow the circle and soak up the soundLearning the way that our lives are all woundLives that keep growing in circlesJust like the notes of a scale we waitHoping for one to arrange usDescending and climbing in measures of fateResolving our patterns and changesJust like the keys of a piano are weTwo different colors and all different keysLiving in search of the same melodiesAnd looking for ways to be blending
From Letras Mania