Every morning I come down the stairs,
And every morning I get lost,
Lost in a world of music and words.
I listen to the works of the great composers,
As I write these words Beethoven plays for me,
Taking me into his world of musical wonder.
Words flow onto the page with a stutter
As the music steals my soul,
I have to listen to those beautiful sounds.
The words then come back into my mind,
And they seem to write themselves
Onto this page,
And on many other pages.
Every morning I get lost,
Lost in a world of music and words,
Until that time the real world
Interrupts my glory,
And its reality steals my mind and body.