Hello again, Music.
It's me, your old friend.
It's hard to believe,
But I've found you again.

Perhaps far away,
Perhaps close, buried deep,
The reasons I loved you
Were soundly asleep.

Cloaked in a blanket
Of bruises and sores,
A bed made of noteheads
On spiritless scores.

Wrapped up in pages
Of long, foreign words.
To be nevermore seen.
To be nevermore heard.

But a song, clear as morning
And bright as the moon,
Sang louder and louder
A familiar tune.

A melody daring,
An adventurous theme
That once gave a child
An impossible dream.

I could not believe,
And I hardly can now,
But it seems that the old song
Has found me somehow.

Across all the years,
Across new world and old,
When the songs I had learned
Were so empty and cold.

Oh Music, I've found you,
I've found you again!
There's a beat in my heart
And a warmth on my skin!

You live to be beauty,
You sing to be heard!
You paint with no colors
And write with no words!

Oh Music, I've missed you,
I've missed you so much.
Your limitless freedom,
Your intimate touch.

And now that I've found you,
I have to hold tight
Or you'll leave me again
In the dark of the night.

I can't bear to part with
The treasure I've found,
To be plundered of Music
And left only Sound.