Room Of A Thousand Stars by Lori Yamamoto

Soft light on ivory Just my wandering hands and me In quiet room alone Chords fall slow from major bright To minor shades of blue tonight Like city lights glow On lonely night when no one sees I humbly offer This small thing my hands can make for you Sound of trying to say what words can't Melody speaks when Words can only make things cheap Light and grey colors A secret softly spoken here Map of my heart's terrain for you I lose the thread here Then find a line descending down Chromatic and tired I follow it and make it mine And pray that you will hear my call Painting with bright tone A sudden hopeful ray comes through For simple truths known Since you have come to stay with me Joy and hope and ache you see in sound Melody speaks when Words can only make things cheap Light and grey colors A secret softly spoken here Language made of concrete and of rain In space between notes The silence where the feeling floats I see my quiet self Begin to dance in timeless trance Caught in this fleeting moment now Portrait spun from tired Sound and soul mixed together here Messy story makes Itself become whole through piano keys My hands tell you what my mouth cannot Final note remains A breath of air and silence comes No more to say now The music's through but feeling stays My quiet soul spoke just for you Room of thousand stars Equipment lights flicker in dark We shine bright together Even in the darkest of places You and me making our own light