hidden_worlds.MP3

I wrote this one day as I listened to my music, and wondered what the other people around me were playing. I love the idea that aside from you, nobody really knows what you're listening to.

Music is Lives, all none in the same,

Music is power, to conquer distain.

That girl in the corner, in the fourth with Beethoven,

and that guy on the bus, Lucky Twice, and keeps goin'.

That woman on the street who cries to a sad song,

or that man in the lobby who just whistles along.

These are their worlds, to each his own earth

these are their stories, to each their own worth.