There is a place in the music room

Where the halls are full of light

But there is a place where we daren’t go

That makes ideas take fright

 

The walls glow with joy

Full of laughter and confidence as well

But where the creativity does not flow

It’s often difficult to tell

 

And yet we have ventured

Into this dark and spooky realm

Where the pictures have fallen off the walls

And the composer has left the helm

 

The music room could lie forgotten

Alone with its empty shelves

And the strings will no longer be tauten

Resonating only noise

 

And then we would be alone

In our cold and empty cell

Hoping that our creativity

Would rise and give a warming spell