"Write down what you hear."

I hear music, I hear someone

Sitting in a dimly lit room at a piano.

And now someone else has come—

Is it a sax? A violin?

And here’s a third someone

On percussion.

I hear people

Pouring sadness,

Loneliness,

Bitterness,

Out into mouthpieces and keys.

It’s a song of sadness,

Loneliness,

Bitterness,

And yet I hear that they are together,

Together now in their

Dimly lit room,

Making music,

Letting the instruments

Lift off the sadness,

And joining together.

They know this will last.

They know other people will love their

Sound-feelings.