And in that moment sparks and harps play out,
A sweeping melody through fog and fantasy.
And in that moment there’s an honesty instinctive and pure but,
It departs like it came; rapid and bearing no more,
Than fleeting ecstasy of natural harmony.
They fear the notes being played and try to sing along.
Don’t be ashamed, be free to the feeling. Don’t be ashamed, keep feeling.
But find it: a body that makes sense.
I’ve felt it.