It folded from the wall like ripples on a pond.
After a penny or a stone had been cast in.
It reverberated with the pulses of the tones of silence, telling me that there something lies within that I cannot understand nor comprehend.
It spoke, with but a whisper of a tone.
It's strangely tangerine hues hinting at a greater design.
What would you have me do, great light?
What purpose should you and I serve on this night?
Nothin'. it told me.
We are, and that's all we are to be.
Play away, young man, play away.
It;s all going to be alright.