This is Dreamlike/
And as I wade through the mist, I find that nothing is what it seems like/
The endless rows of lampposts, they lead me to/
Compositions penned as I lay wishing/
They should've sent a poet to beef up this/
Imagery in my mind to be twice as potent/
It's got me open, filled with purpose/
Words heating up and rising to the surface/
What's beneath is too sublime/
A lifetime of memories conveyed through spoken rhyme/
A Love story of me and Music/
Against all odds, lemme take y'all through it/
It began with a Violin/
When I was five, memorize sheet music til the light dim/
Good night, I hope you sleep sound/
But I found, that having knowledge can actually let you see sound/
Synesthesia, not synthetic/
Leaping measures ahead before I even read it/
With my eyes closed, I can see the notes jump/
Or swirl around like the center of an oak stump/
Remnants of arpeggios, I still got 'em/
Especially in full bloom like a cherry blossom/
I flash through boyish years/
I fought back joyous tears/
And the nights of solitude when She pulls me through/
It's just the thrill of not knowing when a phrase ends /
Or savoring the silence at a day's end /
Before, rushing home, so I can hold Corinne/
And win her affection with some meditative strumming/
We made up in lines what we lost in time/
I reworked the words over your instrumental/
Because you were instrumental to my growth/
So, I owe you a debt of gratitude for sharing yourself, so pure/
And I always knew, it was You, and I will always want more/