Through the gateway,
and into the elusive storms of sound,
where all silence folds into past,
problems swept aside,
future suspended,
only imagination left to spin solid realities,
fairies to dance with silver song on purple mountains tops,
through gleaming mists of sunset,
a mass of moving shadows to twirl in spirals of lavender noise,
music to fall in slow recession from an indigo sky,
violinists to play endlessly into sweet summer nights,
music to whisper warmth in hollow hearts,
and soothe the aching landscapes with soft lullabies
James' World 2 
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