Serenade
Music by Ian Rutherford, Lyrics by Jodi Franzke
The soft cry from an oboe rises
To slowly pierce my soul
And remind me of my childhood
A once strong figure
Slowly paces throughout the room
A presence of stature and strength
Pain consumes me as I float into the music
In his wake a void is filled with memories
Of music spreading through our home
He becomes the sounds around me
He conducts to life
The softness of the winds
He animates the story
Reaching deep into his heart, he explodes with passion
He shares with us the composer's song
Father, I see your arms
Outstretched, eyes closed
And softly swaying to Mozart's Serenade of Winds
Pain consumes me as I float into the music
In his wake a void is filled with memories
Of music spreading through our home
He becomes the sounds around me
He conducts to life
The softness of the winds
He animates the story
Reaching deep into, his heart
He explodes with passion
He shares with us the composer's song
In the darkness, with his red wine,
Emotion, energy and mind consumed
A soft sigh of completeness, of pleasure...
Keyboards for piano, strings, oboe and organ: Ian Rutherford
Fiverr.com Musicians
Vocal: Destiny1474
Drums: Jason Meekins
Bass: Keith - Idiom Music
Guitar: Oded_k