The gentle rush of a bubbling stream
The calming touch of midnights dream
The pattering of rain on my windowsill
The breath of the morning, five minutes till
The hesitant whinny of a newborn foal
The pop on the engine, rusty and dull
The stroke of your mother, filled with care
The beautiful music, it's everywhere

The voice of the leaves, drifting from trees
The swaying of flowers, from high lifted bowers
The crinkle of paper, hot off the printer
The bite of the cold, in the core of winter
The gorgeous laugh I hear every day
The sizzling of popcorn, popping away
The sound of your voice, the flow of your hair
The eternal music, it's everywhere