Door County, Wisconsin
“Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.”
(Edward Bulwer-Lytton)
That kind of flow
That takes you away
Oh, music
You make me feel
Feel alive
Feel all the waves
Of my inner ocean
I am so deep, so deep
Oh, music
Your stir it all up
Inside
‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul away.
(Spencer Michael Free)
Ain’t it crazy
How we try to fool the heart
But oh, it is all in vain
The heart knows
The human touch
The longing, the calling
We are here to love
Love it mad
Love it all
Time really flies
When you are having fun
What matters most to you
Is what makes you feel alive
So never think twice
About doing what you love
And feeling happy inside
Méia Jacobs 