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...