Where Are You Now My Hands Have Come Alive

What do you feel when I type

Does it sound like music the way I want it to

I can feel the beat I want to play to and no one will know it doesn’t have music because my words have a beat

Why do your hands want to move so

Is the keyboard your instrument

The language your notes

Feel your way through them they are your melody

Can you believe

Be a dreamer

Don’t mind the rain on my window

Where are you now my hands have come alive

When I was young I could feel it running through my veins and the people singing

Teach yourself

If they can I can

Just dream

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