This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

 

 

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

 

floating on the blues

maybe its a dream

or is it real and true

or his thoughts which gleam

 

I keep the grass alive

through his songs

the styles he has

the music he creates

looking for my grass

the garden he belongs.

 

 

 

his music

makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes.

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond,

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones.

 

sing to the champaign

sleep on the flowers

his songs heels the pain

he is the garden of sunflowers.

 

The love his songs create

the love my grass grows

reside at different ends of the world

waiting to meet, to greet, to give a rose