Lali, As She Plays

She sits inside the music
Surrounded by the touch of night
Lifted up on nagers bright
Caressed by felt but unseen light

She sits inside the music
Makes it softly, holds it close
Gives it, takes it, knows it most
Wrests it from the restless host

She sits inside the music
Hurling rainbows through the room
Keeps at bay both pain and doom
Lighting fires in the gloom

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