(S. Ingersoll, 2001)

She grasps my hand, Come this way help me please
A slow smile, then a look of confusion
That short circuit in your mind
Has stolen a moment that you meant to share
A started phrase, silence, no right words
Then she says, “God, I feel so stoned”
I smile with you as my heart breaks
Another clever excuse for those lost words

I like to think I know where I’m going
When your mind is locked inside, do you remember the journey?
Does the music of your heart show the way…

Her fingers stumble, once so sure of each note
Then, a sound reminds her of a song
A few words of “Let it Be”
Then the window closes once more
Alone she moves, her bare feet feel the earth
A peaceful space, a moments’ joy
Why, with all those lives you’ve touched
Is it so hard to reach you now…

In a clear space, I see a glimmer of your mind
Fifty years of life with some unseen dreams
All the chapters told in pieces
Slowly weaves your story
She smiles as he takes her hand, “here, I will help you",
Now will find that lost phrase”
He sings the music of her heart
Paints a picture of where she has been 

Sometimes I don’t know where I’m going
When I seem to lose my way, will show me the journey
And the music of our hearts will show the way...