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In the meantime, here's a song lyric:

Tim Myers:

Music

                                                      I Call on Orpheus

                                                Words and music by Tim Myers

                                                             (Copyright 1997 Tim Myers)


                                      If I could stand inside your dreams

                                      and with these hands beguile the sounding strings--

                                      and in the forest of your sleep,

                                      if I could raise a song among the trees--

                                      if I had the voice of the man-god,

                                      would you open your heart like a flower?


                                      When he sang out, the birds wheeled down;

                                      the badger watched, the wood-mice huddled round.

                                      The bees lay drunk with honey-song;

                                      The lion came and silently looked on.

                                      Cunning or timid or ruthless,

                                      each one opened its heart like a flower.


                                      I see your eyes.

                                      I see what you could be.

                                      I see your eyes.


                                      I see your eyes.

                                      I see what we could be.

                                      I see your eyes.


                                      But here I stand, an average man,

                                      with words too few and these ungentle hands.

                                      This love that burns me like a sun

                                      is straining at the doorway of my tongue.

                                      Grant me the truth of that harpist--

                                      will you open your heart like a flower?

                                      Grant me the truth of that harpist--

                                      softly open your heart like a flower.

                                      Open your heart like a flower.

                                      Open your heart like a flower.

Those Stars

Tim Myers