Virtuoso-David Phelps      A handful of dust a worthless piece of clay   And you breathed 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 your song   Virtuoso      There isn’t a note of mediocrity   In all of your creation and all the beauty   We create with human hands is only imitation   Thunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sand   The wind that’s whispering can only be your hand      Virtuoso, virtuoso   This heart is your instrument    This life is your song   Virtuoso      A timeless melody of beauty and emotion    Perfect harmony inspiring true devotion   No one else can play its chords so graceful yet so strong   You made the instrument and wrote the song   Virtuoso       Virtuoso, virtuoso   This heart is your instrument    This life is your song   Virtuoso