August Rush

It’s a wonder what music can bring

To a once unbroken heart

Finding what was lost

A promise that will never part

Just listen to its rhythm

Vibrating a dynamic sound

Brings every parted soul

To their love that was once were found

Strum that guitar strings

Bring me closer to the heart of sound

The beauty of the violin

Is where your love abounds

Hear those angelic voices

A sweet emotion of the lyre

It creates a bond of mystery

Which I so long after desire

Come meet me at the park

No more words just hush

My music brought you close to me

And my name is August Rush.

Five Hundred Days of Summer

I believe there is a soul

In every parched paper sold

Curved in every written words

Are memories of the old

Everyday is always summer

I’ve tasted its sweetest wine

Saffron, silken velvet

In your lushness I have dined

Your sun, it blinded me

As we are seated in the park

But you’re something I couldn’t touch

Or you’ll burn me with a single spark

This parched paper that was old

Reminds me of what was you

And in every curved words

Pierces my heart as I view

Five hundred days of summer

And all of blinded me

I wished I could have turned my back

And find Autumn waiting for me.