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
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.