Strings on my hands,
Music flows through my veins,
Feeding our thoughts,
Healing our pains.
I open new paths with my notes
Down the lines of my quotes.
Strings on your hands,
How will you move?
With music my friend,
That’s how it goes…
I am the man with the strings
And so many told me to cut my strands.
They think I’m a prisoner
As they won’t listen to my prayers.
Strings develop our connections,
Sawing together a new vision.
We’re all in the same boat,
Just the fools want to cut our ropes.
Strings on my hands,
Music flows through my veins,
Feeding our thoughts,
Healing our pains.
I open new paths with my notes
Down the lines of my quotes.
No one’s string free you know,
Just some play and some complain.
Some tore apart the fabric of the universe,
While other work on a decent pattern.
Come on, play with your strings
Don’t let others play you…
Please, come and sing
A song that will lets us through.
Let’s build a gate to advanced realms,
Giving life to all our dreams.
Let’s vibrate our intense Joy.
Living and playing our own notes.
Without strings on your hands,
How would you live?
We’re part of the same fabric,
Universal, eternal, and musical…
Strings on my hands,
Music flows through my veins,
Feeding our thoughts,
Healing our pains.
I open new paths with my notes
Down the lines of my quotes.
ML (2021)