play the living violin,
and then serenade me in the sky,
last week I know we danced again,
sweet sounds from a hidden, living lyre
sliding across a secret backside of heaven,
a mingle of magic in our words as we weaved
a web ever tighter in the comfort of our hearts,

oh, once we thought us so distantly apart,
I hear the music sway me up, into where I impart
my fears beside my angels as they pray.
take me aside, away from the cloud where I lie,
sitting silently where I alone can sigh,
succumbing to the sweet ecstasy
of your serenade within my sky.

how I miss the music,
a whisper flitting by.