Young at heart I will always be,
As long as I have my music with me.
God gave me a gift that pleases me,
And this, I know, was meant to be.
I close my eyes and envision all sorts of scenery,
As imaginary tunes begin to stream internally.
So my reflections can be heard externally,
While I strike those keys of ebony and ivory.
My heart will keep yearning for my music to grow,
And be heard by those who come and see my show.
Should you not be able to take a seat in the gallery,
Just close your eyes and you'll be there with me.
