Sometimes my love streams in the keys  
Of music and emotions I really feel   
Sometimes the melodies and music writes itself   
In a language with words only some can understand. 

Sometimes my fingers play the strings   
In notes of unforgotten beginnings   
Sometimes my lips hum through the flute
In a passion that flows mute. 

Sometimes my eyes dance with the sky
In the presence of a spirit divine
Sometimes my hands sway with the beat
In celebration of just being.