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THE UNSEEN HALF
The fingers in the hand of an Artist
the strings that fingers have pulled
the music resounding,
This is what I am
when You walk through me...
Nobody does see you
but beneath, intangible,
Invisible,
Your bursting presence
filters its Rays in my Lenses...
New Song of mine, unrallied by instruments.
So alive with passionate rhythm
You lift my soul to dance beyond Angels Reach
Where only Your eyes can see.
That is where I am,
When you play to me...
Far above any visible realm.
I faint at fate, with trembling knees
As You become the artist
And I, Your ivory keys.
