Two silver-blue lights look
At the harsh world,
The cold they took
And in fear evil curled.
The lonely did beam
When silence did laughed,
That which was unseen
Somehow came to pass.
New things now occur
Both awkward and fun,
The Music now heard
Has been the best one.
The laughter broke silence
The smiles spread warmth,
Bright song that come whence
The notes tis brought forth.
Odd things that come
Bring interest and pleasure,
And light shall come
No matter the weather.
One can only hope
That this shall go on,
If not thy shall mope
But thy shall move on.

Pray it keeps moving
Pray that it evolves,
Pray cogs are turning
And joy doth befall.