In front of my old Weinstein Acousticon, dusty and brown from its age, I could write a love song without words.
Set the time and the emotion, plot such beautiful melody on a music sheet that would be blank no more.
I dedicate it to you fellow wishful thinker and give you the honor of writing the words that would make it come to life.
Would you write the saccharine blissful words of love or tormenting heartbreak?
Where are you now?
Why are the clouds that hide you refusing to subside?
Write the words, the song needs to come alive…
Wait not for the melody to just fade into a memory…