The music fills her ears,
in an otherwise silent room.
Layed out on her bedroom floor.
Surrounded by her sheets of notes,
shapes that speak a language of their own.
The view outside her window,
a world composed of harmony.
From the counting crows above,
to the beatles that inhabit the earth.
She listens closely to the rhythm
that soon reaches the dephs of her soul.
Before too long she drifts away.
carried by her favorite lullaby.
