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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