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The Room
I quietly wait in the Silent Room...
It`s suffocatingly dark...
Strange melodies arise and arouse...
Only to be known by me...
As the darkness tries to envelope me...
Music is a barrier of light...
Choking out all darkness trying to seep in...
Protecting its child...
Music is a third family...
Sometimes comforting...
Sometimes awkward...
Always there, never far...
Humming, singing, drumming are like long lost cousins...
Welcoming us home...
So as I sing to the dark...
It slowly fades, then friends become visible...
Hand in hand we breathe music...
Patiently present, in the Silent Room...
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