Is there no sweeter moment for my soul
then one that sings to me such sweet delight?
In the darkest of storms, it does console.
In the heat of passion, it can excite.
You ask of me which one my heart holds dear.
But how can I choose of only one song?
Rainbows and star dust, I can clearly hear.
As whispers in the night, travel along.
Sweet symphony still plays the water's edge.
I lose myself within the heart of rock.
Then I place my heart upon a thin ledge,
and soak myself into a writer's block.
Still sweet melodies sing of memories,
the beat that pulses through my arteries.