It is a known fact
there is no smoke
without a fire

A friend of ours in the neighborhood
played the violin the whole night

His only love now after two kids
his violin
of the likes of those musicians
all would know
but
his real love was his violin
the whole world would now know
but
at those moments he came to know
what love was

as his fingers would show
her face was his violin
her hair the strings
his eyes would look no where
except her lips
he kissed the violin
as hers
stood up all hair
of those who his violin did purse

He continued to play
as I sang that day
Come Closer To Me

He just passed by