The notes of my accordion sync with your feet
The weight so heavy, but the music so calm
I look sad, and yes, I am
But, more angry than sad
My notes tell you a story
Only if could you hear and understand
You ask, where are my books and colors?
Do you see my empty cup?
If only could I fill it
Buy groceries, go home to my ailing Mom
Could I think of books and colors.
But,
One day,
You will come to my concert
Grafunkel was here few years ago
He comes and tells me
You will.. one day, come to my concert
Then again, the notes of my accordion will sync with your taps and claps!