If you speak through your guitar,
I think I like who you are.
I like the way your voice moves,
Highs and lows,
Life simplified
I like the way my music sounds,
Caressing my face
Melodies soft
Sound gentle,
Written of pain intangible
If you speak through your sound,
I know you.
Beats, tempo, emotion
Harsh, gentle,
Sad, angry, happy
Music like art,
Rippling through our bodies to create,
Works of art, Pieces of soul,
Bringing us forth from ourselves
If you speak through your art,
We are the same.
I can feel the way
My music reaches through my body,
Creating something bigger than myself,
Creating the bigger picture.
Your music, your guitar, your voice,
Reaching through you,
Transcendental spirit,
Enlightened angels
We are not as it makes us,
We are shadows of the beauty it leaves behind
If you speak to me in your music,
I think I know you.
