Bluey’s Reach

{intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro} {soft humming} (mmmmm-mmm) They ask me what

the wind feels like,

I smile and whisper,

“Hold her hand.” ’Cause every breeze that finds my skin

Reminds me where my heart will land.

She moves like dawn across the sea,

Soft enough to quiet storms in me.

Every glance rewrites my history,

Turns my broken pages into poetry.

She never had to chase the stars,

They gathered just to light her face.

And every time she says my name,

The world slows down without a trace.

{gently rising string quartet} Bluey,

you’re the wind that learns my name,

Gentle, but you’ll never blow away.

You’re the warmth inside the pouring rain,

The fire that never asks to be a flame.

If love had hands,

they’d feel like yours,

If peace had eyes,

they’d look like yours.

Every heartbeat writes your story

through me,

Forever starts the moment

you choose me.

The flowers borrow colors from your smile,

The rivers learn your patience as they flow.

Even autumn waits to hear you laugh,

Before it lets the golden leaves all go.

Your touch is like a Sunday morning,

Where silence sings instead of speaking.

Every finger leaves a trail of light,

Healing every place the dark was keeping.

If Shakespeare searched for one more muse,

He’d close his book the day he met you.

If the moon could fall in love with earth,

It’d circle just the way I do.

You’re not compared to the wind anymore… The wind is only trying

to become you.

{dramatic cello dynamic rise} Bluey,

you’re the melody I breathe,

Every note is written underneath.

When the whole world loses all its color,

You’re the reason I still see.

You’re the warmth the sunrise tries to paint,

The dream that never fades away.

If forever had another name,

I’d call it Dannie every day.

Bluey…

If the wind could speak,

It would spend its whole life Trying to describe you…

And still… it would never find the words.

{soft

dying acoustic guitar chords} {final breathy whisper}