Hearts on Air
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“Yeah, but nobody really thinks of it as my song. She’s the one who sings it.”
“Well I think of it as yours and that’s all that matters.”
Reya bent forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. She lifted her champagne flute and took a long swig as the presenter announced the next act.
“Look at my hands. They’re shaking.”
Trev took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb back and forth over her palm. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear to help calm her nerves. “You’re incredible. I’m so proud of you. I’m the luckiest bloke in the world to be sitting by your side.”
She squeezed his hand back and shot him a look of thanks just as the house lights dimmed and the opening chords played on the grand piano. All eyes were on the stage, not only inside the venue but in millions of homes across the globe. They were all listening to Reya’s song. She was a stranger to most of them, and yet, she hoped they found meaning in her words. She wished that for just a few brief moments, they felt something as real as the story she told.
If the violin is a voice
Then the drums are a heart
And the piano is my body and soul
If the air is a street
Then the clouds are a path
And your feet so easily close the distance
You walk on air like it’s concrete
My heart’s on air like it’s incomplete
Then you leap and it’s like I have no breath
My heart’s alive when you smile at me
The air’s electric when our lips meet
And your touch is a spark that lights the sun
If the words you say are real
Then this love that I feel
Isn’t just a fleeting thing
If you hold me today
And promise you’ll stay
I’ll believe that you’ll never break my heart
You walk on air like it’s concrete
My heart’s on air like it’s incomplete
Then you leap and it’s like I have no breath
My heart’s alive when you smile at me
The air’s electric when our lips meet
And your touch is a spark that lights the sun
END.
“Well I think of it as yours and that’s all that matters.”
Reya bent forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. She lifted her champagne flute and took a long swig as the presenter announced the next act.
“Look at my hands. They’re shaking.”
Trev took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb back and forth over her palm. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear to help calm her nerves. “You’re incredible. I’m so proud of you. I’m the luckiest bloke in the world to be sitting by your side.”
She squeezed his hand back and shot him a look of thanks just as the house lights dimmed and the opening chords played on the grand piano. All eyes were on the stage, not only inside the venue but in millions of homes across the globe. They were all listening to Reya’s song. She was a stranger to most of them, and yet, she hoped they found meaning in her words. She wished that for just a few brief moments, they felt something as real as the story she told.
If the violin is a voice
Then the drums are a heart
And the piano is my body and soul
If the air is a street
Then the clouds are a path
And your feet so easily close the distance
You walk on air like it’s concrete
My heart’s on air like it’s incomplete
Then you leap and it’s like I have no breath
My heart’s alive when you smile at me
The air’s electric when our lips meet
And your touch is a spark that lights the sun
If the words you say are real
Then this love that I feel
Isn’t just a fleeting thing
If you hold me today
And promise you’ll stay
I’ll believe that you’ll never break my heart
You walk on air like it’s concrete
My heart’s on air like it’s incomplete
Then you leap and it’s like I have no breath
My heart’s alive when you smile at me
The air’s electric when our lips meet
And your touch is a spark that lights the sun
END.
