Love Song and 2nd Coming, August 2001

I heard a new song
like one from above
the music of water
a melody of love:

a song full of rain
and tenderest parts
played by a maestro
on strings of the heart.

Does he know where it comes from,
this music in me?
Can he foresee the future
when love will be free?

For now I see love
in its beauty, a stain
with each precious droplet
another of pain.

but soon it will come
a day without fears
when our music will ring
of love without tears
of joy without sorrow
and life without years