By Fiona Tozer
The maestro plays it straight from the heart and the crystal notes unfold
As he takes the music from its source and wraps it round your soul
And the tunes he plays will always be the sweetest you’ve ever heard
And every tune he plays for you is a song that has no words
What are these sad misshapen creatures hiding on their shelves
Constricting our ideas and dreams to shadows of themselves
We are tied with language, bound by the words, reflections on the wall
A hint of magic an echo of life when we want to hear it all
I step into the silver stream and try to catch the flow
And hold it still in space and time and never let it go
But it runs away between my hands before it can be heard
And all that’s left is a whisper here in my song without words
Author Bio:
I am a musician, singer, lyricist and composer currently living in Durban, South Africa. I have a background in the arts, briefly studying languages at university and later earning a Masters degree in composition. Besides composing and performing music, I have worked as a music administrator, concert organizer, music teacher and curator of both New Music and folk festivals. After many years of being a songwriter using lyrics to convey a story, I became intrigued with the possibility that music could convey stories without words. Ironically, these lyrics were set to music.
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