For the music in my heart
I wish to believe
There was no definite start
and there will be no leave.
For the budding melodies
the tunes of harlem gray
the jazz the blues the minuets
all have come to stay.
blessed the tunes so divine.
A soul worthy and true
the way the tunes forever lie
in the cast of jasmine blue.
treading slowly through this course
of melody and rhyme
never forgetting the discourse
of those loving times.
a tear to the eye of everyone
who made their passions heard
a tear to the eye of everyone
who made the music surge.
for all the passion in the world we can never forget the truest passions that hold our hearts at ransom !
