Music Land

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.