Deborah Scholom - The Galaxy of Music lyrics

Like silver stars in a galaxy of shine Each sound the whisper of the dancing wind Voices coming from all corners of space bleeding together To let the beginning replay over and over Forever changing and yet always the same As strong as a mountain standing tall And as gentle as a snow flake falling Landing to melt and sink back into the earth So as to come again some other flick of a hand The French horns wail in pitiful abandon While the tuba rambles on and on Watching its own fluorescent feet of sunflower petals And the clarinets screech their chit-chattered gossip Taking the truth and stringing it up for all to see The trumpets shouting in outrage, their metallic voices clear Wanting their views to be gotten across yet not really having a point A shock of silence takes the hand and all sound ceases for a second in time The soft whimper of a ba** clarinet soothes the mixed up crowd A peaceful flute joins in with tender oblivion shaking out its heart And slowly life starts up again, its aging lines back deep and strong Music drifts through the mola**es air, sweet and full and happy The tunes start dancing again, each two step certain and sure Their laughter moving the stars that twinkle off so far Tension mounts like rising waves crashing on the shore And as the feelings come through the instruments a sun of gold slips up A flash of painful silver light goes bouncing round the halls of life The trombone gives the final rumble the long nose sliding down And silence creeps into the light, his slippers soft and gentle Laughter slips off into the mornings loving care And as the sounds of night pa** on their beauty suddenly, miserably gone The life of day spreads her heavenly wings and once again the night has past Leaving a purity that will exist to the day when the sun will shine its last