Melodies Behind Candle Light
Sitting under the palm trees,
On the edge of a rock, two men,
Playing their delicate sounds,
As the world goes by.
Behind the candle light,
A soft and fine glow,
Almost as soft as their sound,
They sit as the world goes by.
The two friends smile,
And their flutes glitter in the candle light,
The horizon from up there is wide,
Infinite as their soft sound.
No one knows how long they’ve been playing,
Or if the light ever runs out,
The day approaches its end,
And the music and light persist.
Someone asks if their music will end,
Or if their candles could die,
And the two friends only smile and
Sit as the world goes by.