The Highest Tone

The violins, they play,
the highest tone
beyond the mountains,
where the sun is climbing.
I can embrace the sunlight.

The birds, they sing,
giving us a melody
beyond the twilight zone,
where the moon is waking up.
I can feel your breath.

Two dying hearts, they beat,
in a slow rhytm,
beyond the connected souls,
where we can love each other.
I can smell your fears.