E-Qlipse - Her Xylophone lyrics

Pressing her ear against the keys She hears the groaning of the trees Uprooted from the home they made Now their bare bark is displayed Their 44 tones at her fingertips Holding the mallets in a clenching grip Her pulse ticks like a metronome As the yarn embraces the xylophone In that moment the trees are alive! Through her music those saplings survive The sound of doe-eyed fawns prancing While wood nymphs are gracefully dancing Glissandos reminiscent of a flowing creek One can almost hear the wood speak In the vibrations she pours out her heart This too is a sacrifice she must impart Performer and timber share the same fate The pace of the beat begins to accelerate In a flurry of notes, rhythms and emotions The final chord is reduced to reverberations In the climax of song she falls debilitated Lights flicker on, her spirit is vindicated Into focus now an audience appears Some sit with smiles and others with tears In reflection they take a quick pause The silence is shattered by their applause If you press your ears against those keys You can still hear her whispers amongst the trees