The Room

This was a dream I've been wanting to write about since 2006. It's FINALLY done! Enjoy!

Silent, with peace, a boy sat on the floor
In a room that was painted all white
Feeling as if he had been there before
He tried to remember with might

The room, it was white, with a high ceiling above
Which ended on point in the centre
The windows so high only reached by a dove
And not a single door for others to enter

The sun, how it shined, through the windows up high
In the form of celestial rays
Reflecting off walls and passing on by
Left the only soul in the room stunned and amazed

On the marble floor, on top a red mat,
A black grand piano lay still
Played peaceful music - but eerily, knowing that
The ivory keys stroked on its own will

Down drawn and sullen the boy lifted his face
And glanced around the bright room
Got up from the corner with such poise and grace
Back-tracking in time to the start of his gloom

With realization and insight he started to learn
What it was that brought down his soul
Bright light washed on in - it's what he had yearned
The piano played stronger with control

Redeeming his soul, he noticed the walls
Beginning to fall and fade away
He felt the soft wind and he heeded its calls
He layed down. He wanted to stay

The sight all around him had changed from before
He was now in an open green field
The piano still lay on the square marble floor
The room he was in had been peeled

He looked right on up and saw the blue sky
He had to squint to properly see
Never feeling like this - he had to admit
This was his heaven. His dream. He was free