The Angel

If I should die, think only this of me
That I am happy in my musical paradise
Singing in heaven is where I wish to be
There is a beautiful corner in the garden. It is very nice
To sit there and ponder over what I should do
All the day long sitting on my swing going back and forth
Admiring and discovering delight in the one clue
And this will lead me to that light in the north
Where I may gaze down upon my baby
A sweet and gentle child lying in her nest
Dreaming of one who is no more to come
Waiting for the songs that tell her maybe
Mother will come and put me to rest
And then sleep will at long last to me come.
My voice of inspiration
Music is an expression of the soul’s
desire, but what is it that lights
the heart’s flame?
Why do I only remember through music?
A name, one, who has inspired my soul,
No tongue can utter the word
which fills my mind
But one simple melody is all I need
to find, to release the expressions
that burn brighter than any flame.
Bring to me the glory and fame
Release my inner music
let the world rejoice
In the music shared by one voice.