I drift away listening to Duke play and Billie sing
while wrapped in your cacoon of love.
We create rythmic explosions kissing to the beat of our hearts.

A TRUMPET BLARES...
and I stare into the eyes of a mirage.
So kind, So innocent, So beautiful and true... but, is it she?

Blinded by the fallacy created by the two of us because you belong to someone else!
So... what was once a synchopated composition...
is now and forever will be...
a Nocturne piece... to show what is missing.

and now...
In the end...
It's us...
The "ENHARMONIC INTERVALS"
Music lovers in a fixed world. Forever disenchanted w/ reality.
Good Bye my love... (HARMONIC CLEARITY)

"I guess I'll see you next life time."