There are those
(And they're not few)
Who see a sky
And just see blue. 
There are those
(And strong their might)
Who look at stars
And just see light. 
They look at me
(And even you)
Yet all they see
Is a face or two.
They will hear
Brahm's symphony
And all they'll hear,
is melody.

But there are those
(And they are few)
Who see much more,
Than others do. 
They see beyond the blue of sky,
Beyond just lights
(For stars will die)
They hear much more, than melody.
They hear the heart of a symphony.
And they can see,
Beyond my face,
Into a much more secluded place.
And because their cups,
Hold a larger store,
When they drink,
They drink far more.

Nathan Levy