Music at the edge

Sometimes the music dies..

Or stutters and stops..fading to silence

And while we hate it, we still welcome it

Don’t tell me of tomorrow and what it may plan

Or what is not to be…tell me about today

Because today is all we have

But at the edge of hearing…I can still hear a faint sound

And music still abounds…forever after

Sometimes it is I who stopped listening

Sometimes it is the music that went far away

Far away but never out of sight…never out of touch

You look around and you see…all signs of being

Being me…being me…being me

And the words that come out of your mind surprise you

But if this is who you are…then why not accept it?

Dance in the moonlight with shadows falling on you

Sing in the wind with the whistles echoing around you

Walk in the twilight with the light fading around you

Smile because it makes you…smile because you can

Smile because the music at the edge has lifted into a song

A song so bright it will lift you with joy and make you spin