He's No Melody

He's no complicated, off-key melody
the song that can't be sang the same way twice.

He is the poetry to my flow
He knows the words to the tune I wrote

And as our thoughts twist, turn, tumble, rubix-cube rumble,
all colored squares fall together on the same sides

Yin and Yang fuse together in their balanced harmonies as great minds do what they do
cuz, that's just what ours do

Telepathic connections stronger than the ocean tides that separate us
And those tides play their part
We must just
continue to ride this tangled web of communication, for we always seem to meet at the same point in time as our minds see fit

and let our fingers do our minds' dirty work

But see, I can only tap into the melody
my heart sings this grateful, happy, sad, longing song
of trials, injustices, rights, wrongs, theories, prophecies, and everything inbetween
And each note drifts into the wind, colored, solid, and strong

It is he who writes the score
and turns simple sincere sweet melodies into classic literature
Concisely assigning his divine dictation to every single note with authority
cuz he knows what he's talkin bout

And together, if anyone it is we who have the authority
to direct the greatest of operas and symphonies
Tchiakovsky, Beethoven, and Chopin have nothing on us!
Our work can piece the ears and hearts and move the bodies of the masses
We too can make them lean, rock, snap their fingers, slide and/or cha-cha, dip, roll, and get low, all for the cause

But, we'll just keep writing our own songs.

-Lyric