Listen to the golden melody those fingers are playing
on the piano making my soul feels the peaceful rest
and bringing my mind to another wonderful world
I did realize that there's no age for dreaming.
the baby dreams,
the child, too.
the youngers imagine,
the old ones, too.
You are free to be whatever you want. T
hough the others think of you nuts
you are but a painter of an unknown universe.
and you want to show your paintings to everyone..
you want to be the winner
and get the very beautiful price:
holding those forlorn souls to your universe.
Listen to the silence lying in that aching song y
ou shall enjoy each single sound that beats in your ears
like a heart making the illusion become so real
there's no age for dreaming
I shall keep my childish heart for eternity...