Arpeggio

Hours of nothing
But the sound of music
Coming from wood and strings
Combined together
In a euphoria of dreams
Stages escape with liquid skies
Woven together
Creating ideals that no one can see
But imagine with their ears
The sound of music
Coming for wood and strings
With metal shards
Bringing forth a new life
The pangs of birth silently screaming
In twisted contortions
Yet pleasing indeed
Eventually she's birthed
A new song for all
To see the brand new light of day