Zebulun Barnow - Write Its Own Rhyme Lyrics

Dim before dawn, it's kind of blue
A series of lines, beautiful hue
Paper and cotton, leather and fruit
Steps become metres, suites and etudes

Moments and seconds, mile after mile
Wood after flowers, wool before iron
Bronze after copper, linens and lace
Willow and wicker, books in their place

Day before day, months without names
Week within week, hours off the chain
Years without numbers, remember the time
Beauty continues, to write it's own rhyme

Laughing and mischief, coffee and cake
Fish at the Tulip, picture to take
Recalling daydreams, in armless chairs
Choosing our choices, taking the stairs

Second of May, a snapshot of us
Admiring reasons that our paths are crossed
The intersection of our storied pasts
Each now profound, a memory to last

Chords above clefs, melody binds - minutes of the meeting
Include the coda, dynamics aligned - such a joyous greeting
Patterns and seasons, dark beer and wine - feeling so forgiven
Together united, confronting time

Drawing the curtains, dimming the light
Practice and lessons, call it a night
Get in the sidecar, ride to our rest
This is our perfect, as good as it gets