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)
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