Is there music in your head,
that no one else can hear?
Does it soar with your heart,
and tremble with your fear?
Does the beat get faster,
when your blood starts to rush?
Do the trumpets sound alarm,
When emotions run and gush?
Is there music in your head,
that only you can make?
Is it pure and crystal clear,
or does it waver with mistakes?
Are there violins to cry,
when she kicks you in the teeth?
And little bells to whimper,
when you take her back next week?
I think there’s music in your head,
which I know I will soon find.
I can feel drums retardando
when you slow down and unwind.
I’ll hear guitars scream in rebellion,
when you’ve finally had too much.
And a cymbal crash of glory,
as you stand without her crutch.
Because there’s music in your head,
growing louder every day.
Come, share your song with me,
and I’ll teach you how to play.
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