Music of the Angel
Dave Oakes
The angel played her music for me
The tune was for Christmas time
I could almost picture the Christmas tree
As I heard the music chime.
The beauty that flowed from her fingers
Flowed through my ears and into my head
Like gentle drops of rain giving me shivers
Yet comfortable as laying in my bed.
Notes so beautiful to reach out to my soul
Their roving fingers sketching their song
Running through every pore filling each hole
Knowing nothing so wonderful could be wrong.
I marvel at how such an angel can play
Such stirring and wonderful sounds
That crash in your heart in such a soft way
That my head keeps spinning round.