Sounding - David Roth
Just like the keys of a piano are we
Two different colors and all different keys
Living in search of the same melodies
Looking for ways to be blending
Just like the strings of a silent guitar
We're next to each other, not touching
But play them and then we can see who we are
And hear how we're sounding together
Just when it seems that we're learning the songs
We'll find an excuse to stop playing
Embarassed that some of the notes might be wrong
And afraid of what we might be saying
Just like the face of a banjo is round
We follow the circle and soak up the sound
Learning the way that our lives are all wound
Lives that keep growing in circles
Just like the notes of a scale we wait
Hoping for one to arrange us
Descending and climbing in measures of fate
Resolving our patterns and changes
Just like the keys of a piano are we
Two different colors and all different keys
Living in search of the same melodies
Looking for ways to be blending
by David Roth © 1985 Roth Records (ASCAP)