It fills the house,
the sound floats,
attacks, trills,
clear and lusty.
Practice again
the song of
your heart,
longing to burst.
It comes from
somewhere deep,
never ending,
always growing.
Filling lungs, voice
hands to bursting,
you can't stop it,
it has to come out.
Jazz and longing
souls to soul,
carrying out,
on flight of air.
the sound floats,
attacks, trills,
clear and lusty.
Practice again
the song of
your heart,
longing to burst.
It comes from
somewhere deep,
never ending,
always growing.
Filling lungs, voice
hands to bursting,
you can't stop it,
it has to come out.
Jazz and longing
souls to soul,
carrying out,
on flight of air.
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