in the rush of the city,
the uncertainty, the sorrow, the pain,
there is a haven peculiar and pretty
that shines a light on us
beautiful, insane
the walls, so high, they gather the light
during the day
it radiates through the surfaces,
and when the sun sets down
it warms the night
and the minds flow
when music feeds the souls
and passes streneous thoughts
turning them into red triangles
sparkling and bright
and light as light
