a hit
of stimulation
where waves crash on the shore
a paradoxical vacation
music
opens the door

it took us to another world
a place so paraellel
that only music makers know
it's our story to tell
a universe where it is found-
the reason for it all
and so we hear
the music
and into the world we fall
all of the lights
they dance to what
we hear not in our heads
but there it lies deep in our soul
waves all but never dead
we live not in time and space
but in the moment now
and some might ask us questions
as to ponder how

for we're the music makers
it's you who must realize
that the place that calls your name
is where waves will never die