I once gathered notes That were scattered across eighty-eight seperate scenes In those days, I walked over the staves Which had notes expressing feelings that could not be put in words So I let the chords of thirds Interplay with each other and brought them to life I'm walkings straight in molto cantabile style On a musical path There's nothing else I can do Forgetting the constaints of time And being completely free My fingers keep playing it over A deep and endless crescendo I'm walking towards someone In the world that just opened up before my eyes, Is a new and returning prelude Eighty-eight dreams and stories Missing rests, changing harmonies Softly and quietly, I catch my breath Until I become who I'm supposed to be Even though they balance each other I play the chords of thirds and bring them to life When I sing, I believe Though I keep getting distracted from my song I trip over the tempo And get tangled over my improvisations And the path to that place disappears It's coming closer, that path I lost the voice of melody I'm walking towards someone Before my eyes, a door is shutting There is sadness in the étude I've been given Ah, in my mind, I was edgy I pushed away the hand on my shoulder But I could never Lose the heart to sing I'm walking straight in molto cantabile style On a musical path A deep and endless crescendo I'm walking towards someone On the edge of the stage is a pianist To live is what this song is all about In the world that just opened up before my eyes, Is a new and returning prelude