Sitting in the crowd, the orchestra playing,
Your instrument singled me out of the crowd.
It played a sound so melodic to my ears,
Like a snake charmer playing his flute for the snake.
As the Pied Piper who dictated the tunes,
You made sure my heart could not long for another sound.
The orchestra faded away but your sound remained in my heart.
I searched for you and your instrument and asked you to play some more.
Till life turns to death I never want to hear another instrument.
Oh my love!!! Play your strings and lift me into an eternal trance.
Brass, string, wood wind or percussion, I truly do not know,
All I care is that your song never ends..