Why do you hide inside your walls
When there is music in my halls?
All I see is an empty room
No more joy on an empty tune
It's so good to sing all day
To dance,
To spin,
To fly away
Is someone there?
Is it time for show?
Is somebody there?
Creeping through my room?
Up upon my stage,
Which feels more like a tomb
No...
Perhaps, not.
