The music ebbs and floats,
Gliding to the surface,
Like winter's final snows,
The forest gently kissed.

I need to find a place;
Where music never stops,
But it loves and it sobs.

Singing from dusk till dawn,
Till the end of all time,
After all has fallen,
Till none can see it's sign.

I need to find a place,
A place of emotion,
A place where music goes.