Ti Amo

A woodcutter tapped upon a tree
There he gave me birth
Spruce, maple, ebony
Taken from the earth

Strings, neck, scroll Bridge,
Body screaming from their bow
Composers raced their figures,
Sonance would not flow

Centuries I did lay Dormant
In deep disheartenment
You took me in your arms,
Their breath an enchantment

Nestled under your warm chin,
Your bow unveiling mystery
Each note profound accord,
Finger, bow and string

Hold me till the sun goes down,
In pure loves harmony
My heart will shed a crystal tear,
As together we will play

Ti Amo … molto lentamente

Hold me till the sun awakes,
And in mornings blissful rays
My voice will rise and sing

Ti Amo … Molte forte

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