Copyright 2010 - Donya Lane & Ed McNamee

Her eyes, they follow you.

Her sadness swallows you.

She talks to me.  She's lost it seems.

I sense a core, a presence,

no, more, an essence, life itself.

I feel a soul, revealing

and that's what's so appealing.  Life itself.

Don’t touch the painting.

What painting?  I see skin.

I can see she's lit within, or behind,

or inside.  I can almost read her mind.

She's lied.  She's sinned.

She wants to tell me everything

but doesn't know where to begin.

I hear a heart that's fearing

the part it's nearing; life itself.

I see you there, just being.

So rare, so freeing; life itself.

She has a will, she has a soul

yet she'll fulfill her wifely role.

Oh, this is sadness,

I can feel her desperate madness.

She evokes a response. 

She excites the mind.

This woman wants.  This woman fights

with herself over appetites and urgent needs.

This woman bleeds! 

She's life itself. 

Life itself.  Life itself.

When Salai brings his new student,

Fresca (the gypsy bird seller),  to his master’s studio,

she instantly senses from Lisa’s portrait

all the struggles of Lisa’s life and soul

that Leonardo has captured there, in…

Pictured: Salai (Nick Cearley) and Fresca (Dana Zihlman)

Life Itself

Vocals:  Donya Lane

FRESCA

SALAI

FRESCA

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