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

September Prelude - Nocturne-like Intimacy (part 1)

All the books I read they whisper loud

Pages torn but voices proud

Ink-stained ghosts they pull me in

Drenched in stories where worlds begin....