Sounding--Lyrics

By David Roth

Just like the keys of a piano are we, Two different colors and all different keys, Living in search of the same melodies, And looking for ways to be blending.

Just like the strings of a silent guitar We're next to each other, not touching, But play them and then we can see who we are, And hear how we're sounding together.

Just when it seems that we're learning the songs, We'll find an excuse to stop playing, Embarrassed that some of the notes might be wrong And afraid of what we might be saying.

Just like the face of a banjo is round We follow the circle and soak up the sound, Learning the ways that our lives are all wound Lives that keep growing in circles.

Just like the notes of a scale we wait Hoping for One to arrange us, Descending and climbing in measures of fate Resolving our patterns and changes.

Just like the keys of a piano are we, Two different colors and all different keys, Living in search of the same melodies, And looking for ways to be blending.

1985 David Roth