Let It Live - Beth Hirsch

What’s there left I haven’t felt

Since I’ve known you?

What else is there left to come?

What do you know?

Creaked open a cellar door

First the deluge, then pasture

Moving house was natural

Fared with the flow

The margins moved

To soften the boundaries

From slanted bents

Now mended to gaze

It’s hard to believe you’re here

And I’m here and we’re coming back

You heard me out

Without a string and let it live

How’d we find such pleasure

In so few a moment?

Rhythm keeping a measure

While we’re on the go

Alone in rooms together

Racing the hand of a master

The more experience

The more that we know

The loving grooves we choose

That fuse

Those sufales we don’t refuse

It’s hard to believe you’re here

And I’m here and we’re coming back

You held my soul, with all your heart

And let it live, let it live