the music is over
but i still clearly hear the song in my head
because my whole world is starting to sound like
la vie en rose and hallelujah
fly me to the moon, hey there delilah.
your smile looks like the moon over the sea,
a dress of pale silver worn in serendipity.
the music is over,
but the notes go ever on,
fuelled by my heartbeat and a sweet sweet orchestra of
lovesick violins, a medley of spring,
played over green flower fields,
hand in hand with you.