Imagine a land with more sound,

The floating clouds, buildings all around

Would echo a song

Spiraling high, flying by, notes and chords abound

Each new day would be a promise

Of a new tune, a new composition

From the mysterious musician

Above.

Singing would be encouraged, dancing, the norm

(And then ladies would never worry about their form)!

Everyone with their own personal score

To speak when words make them sore

Imagine a world like that.