I'm full of dust a worthless piece of clay
and you breathe the breath of heaven
then there was a soul the heart
the hands the voice
that could sing of your perfection
Life is a symphony that only you can play
You know I can hear it
through the madness everyday
Virtuoso Virtuoso
This heart is your instrument this life is a song
Virtuoso Virtuoso
There isn't a note of mediocrity
in all of your creation
And all the beauty
we create with human hands is only a imitation
Thunder crashes
waves crescendo on the sand
Virtuoso Virtuoso
This heart is your instrument this life is a song
Virtuoso Virtuoso
A timeless melody a beauty and emotion
perfect harmony inspiring devotion
No one else can play its chords
so graceful yet so strong
You made the instrument and wrote the song
Virtuoso Virtuoso
This heart is your instrument this life is a song