I have a home
away from here,
but it’s not on
the map.
Pluck that string,
give it an ear;
I’ll show you
in a snap.
This is where
I’m truly from;
it’s beauty,
so profuse.
And if you would,
give it a strum
so we can
cut you loose.
Now the music
swells within,
and we can
freely dance.
We are touching
without skin,
so let’s explore this
vast expanse.
If I lose you
along the way,
just hold out
your hand.
You can listen,
or you can play
to connect in
Music Land.