Our fingers calloused from the instruments we played.
Our minds running through the constant staffs and scores.
The music pouring out of our souls, and the gathering of us all.

Of the different musicians in different genres and instruments.
It's enough to create a small home where we can all be free.

To play till our fingers bleed,
To sing till we've lost our breathes,
To listen to music all day,
To never have to worry about anything other then when our instruments need tuning.

In this tiny piece of sanctuary can I finally say that the music saved me.