If a song could tell a story

what a tale it would tell…

Of sweaty nights and wild exploits

spouting from a bottle made in Hell.

Of the lush kisses when it found a voice

Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell.

Of lonely nights clutching at mottled sheets

Faces streaming with tears that music cannot quell.

Of the triumphant rise in crescendo

Reaching higher than the echoes of Death’s knell.

Of the moment that it came to roost

In the hearts of those who loved, where it would forever dwell.

Oh, if a song could tell its story

What a tale it would tell!