My father played piano
He was the first person I heard sing
He might not have been perfect
But he taught me musical things
About chords and swing
and what goes in a song
Took me down that Moon River
And introduced me to Lena Horne
My best friend played guitar
I watched a kid write his own songs
They came together so naturally
And the ideas flowed on and on
His songs were full of stories
and about life lessons
They were journeys of discovery
And one inspiring jam session
Music’s got no shape
And music’s got no form
But it can still take you
wherever you wanna go
Without slowing you down
It’s something that’s
inside of you
It cannot be defined
But when you hear it
come out in song
All the stars are somehow aligned
I once knew a little girl
I even gave that girl her name
I haven’t heard from her in ten years
Guess nothing stays the same
But I still have my memories
And still have my songs
They give me something
to carry with me
That doesn’t make this life
so empty and long
Copyright © Hans Ebert