Strength of Strings

In my life the piano sings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

Fiery rain and Ruby's cooling sun

Now I see that my world has only begun

Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

(When I'm feeling high, or I'm feeling low, or there is no change

Somehow days keep melting into the night

And there's always high on the cosmic range

I am always high, I am always low, there is always change

Hear the strings are bending in harmony

Not so far from breaking on the cosmic range)