Gray clouds just drift away

They can’t hold the light at bay

Every shadow finds its end

When the blue comes back again....

This is the dark place, Earth — we made it so

We built our towers high, but left no shadow

The clock keeps turning, but the mercy’s gone

And the dust slips through our hands before the dawn....

The night is coming, dark and deep It doesn’t love, it doesn’t weep It folds the city in its sleeve The night is coming, without sympathy....

Joy joy o life

Dance through the strife

We’re wild and alive

Joy joy o life

No cage no knife

Just stars that collide....

Oh

Fantasy of the heart

You tear my world apart

You mend it

You send it

To the sky like art

Oh

Fantasy of the heart....

Is it love or is it a dream

A river running or a static stream

I reach for you but you disappear

Love and reality

They’re never clear...

To love is free like the air we breathe

No chains no walls no lock no key

To love is free like the ocean's waves

It gives it takes it saves it saves...

Small hands reaching for the sky

A world of dreams you can't deny

Your laughter’s light

A quiet prayer

A melody floating through the air....

September Prelude - Mazurka-inspired Rhythmic Lilt

September Prelude - Stormy Ballade Middle Section