The sight of you
brings jazz
to my ears.

Music is the air
And listening ears my heart.
If I'm deaf, I'm dead.

I watch and listen to you sing just to feel the harmony and see the feelings on your face when you sing

One comfort that I find
Is that when there is no music in my ears,
                                               or in the air,
There is always music
                                     in my heart.

Eyes, searching for the one who will never come
Ears, yearning to hear your soft words
Mouth, wanting to taste your lips
Hands, need to be held again

Mind, can't forget that night
Heart, is starting to crack
Body, aches with the memory
Soul, knows what it wants

You drive me insane.