David Phelps - Virtuoso Lyrics
Virtuoso-David PhelpsA handful of dust a worthless piece of clayAnd you breathed the breath of heavenThen there was a soulThe heart, the hands, the voice that could sing of your perfectionLife is a symphony that only you can playYou know I can hear it through the madness everydayVirtuoso, virtuosoThis heart is your instrumentThis life is your songVirtuosoThere isnt a note of mediocrityIn all of your creation and all the beautyWe create with human hands is only imitationThunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sandThe wind thats whispering can only be your handVirtuoso, virtuosoThis heart is your instrumentThis life is your songVirtuosoA timeless melody of beauty and emotionPerfect harmony inspiring true devotionNo one else can play its chords so graceful yet so strongYou made the instrument and wrote the songVirtuosoVirtuoso, virtuosoThis heart is your instrumentThis life is your songVirtuoso
