Ghost Chamber with the Tall Door - Paul Klee

You can draw me in But I'm always in the blank space The void of "just stepped outside" Though my hand could rub the ink Maybe I'll sit staring at stained fingertips Proving I was there, made an impact Even changed the scene It's all illusion, I just cast a brief shadow Then returned outside Kept the retinol image And the sense of longing Everyone else stepped out Just through the door Took their music with them Though it lingers in the smoky air Got into my lungs, as I breathed in essence We can orientate all we like Discern up from down or indeed west from east We can't lay on the ground, it's too cluttered There is a need to stay upright Wearisome though it is Should we ever flip it, it's a hole in the ground And we are in the space above With all that clutter falling in But the music went that way, remember I told you? It might not be so bad to lay down and rest But not yet, I need to wash my hands clean Stand in spaces where I'm visible I can see the lines are blank I'll try standing in all four corners Maybe where I was stood held all the light But I've had my back to it Or maybe I'll just look up Where it's a clean sheet Draw outside of the lines With my smudgy fingers Then stare at it a while See what I created, for myself Judge it on its merits Even if it sits alongside - too much clutter