As the great illustrator holds the master keys
The magical doors of heaven opens in seas
The sky turns into a perfect masterpiece
Then I feel again that this heart is at peace.

The upper jury saw a lot today
Bodies walking along the highway
Ears listening to a perfect melody
Hands that conduct a beautiful harmony

The white canvass becomes black full of stars
Then here comes a cruise that has a lot of bars
Captivating songs were played on guitars
Its magical show can free someone with scars

The silence of the night
Took me to a place of delight
Asking me to take my pen and write
Because everything will be alright

© Psycheangel17