One quiet morning, I heard a song.

It sounds so familiar, and yet so different.

I followed it's voice, hoping to hear what it's saying,

but it's too far away, I can't hear it too well.

I don't care, I am here to listen

For the very first time

I felt like dancing.

It's innocent and gentle, like a piano's fingers fluttering on my ears,

but also passionate and warm, like the voice of a saxophone seducing my broken soul,

with a heavy heart wanting to be freed, I sticked and listened,

hoping for something to happen

but it became quiet.

I waited for it to sing again.

That can't be the end. Why did it die so quickly?

I don't want it to end, I want more

Please sing to me, I promise i'll listen

and for the last time, it sang to me.

I didn't dance, for I just listened

But why does it sound the same, and yet so different

I got too excited, that I forgot to pay attention

and now everything's clear..

If only I can forget and recall time

I would've listened to it once more,

But with an open mind, and with a closed soul,

Only then i could hear what u really meant.