It is there all the time,
The music of our life.
From the first few notes
That are there at birth,
Growing into sonatas,
Which transform into quartets.
As we grow the concertos
Become the symphonies within us.
The wonder of opera travels with us.
Until at the end the mighty masses
Take us into eternity.
All the time we are dancing,
Dancing to the music,
Dancing in our minds,
Dancing in our bodies.
Others see us,
They think we are insane,
But they cannot hear the music