• The music room,
    Open the door to it,
    To see the one lonley light,
    Hanging motionlessly from the ceiling..


    Bellow one circle of light,
    This is your stage,
    No instruments line walls,
    Or rest on the floor..


    None of that do you need,
    You use the air,
    To paint the story,
    In your mind..


    A light where you put your finger,
    Marks the note,
    A purple mist surrounds it,
    Your note..


    The higher up in the air,
    The higher the pitch,
    Your mind controls the instrument you choose,
    The room just knows..


    The music room,
    Open the door,
    Explore..