Symphony of Experimentalists

We all wish to be called Alice And fly into a land of true dreams. We all feel like connecting to beyond The lines our horizon speaks of Against the never ceasing ideas That life is as good as music. We could walk along the varying tempos of this music And wander in dreamland like Alice Whose wonder ignites ideas That drums our dreams And strings we strum; talk of In our heart and breathe beyond We join ideas of here and beyond Like the different parts of music Which spots our heart as we hear of The wonders that she, Alice Lived in her very dreams; A beautiful, welcoming ideas. We sometimes swim in ideas In symphonies without knowing beyond The powers of our dreams Which sounds sweeter than good music; Wishing we could hold the hands of Alice, The magical being we know of And maybe whisper to her of Happiness which is no more just ideas That we float in at the mention of Alice The one whose life was beyond The grasp of music We can only listen to in dreams Yet, we still believe these dreams Our hearts yearn for and beat of Like the constant strumming of music As a once sickly but made whole idea Beyond The stories we hear of Alice. We remain envoys of good music Just in style of a wonder; Alice Who will always give life to our ideas.