This is the room where gold glass hangs in sparkling decagons
Reflecting off the chilly, somnolent air 
This is the room where hummingbirds float in flocks, twittering and dancing
Where white roses slowly seep crimson
This is the room that holds the planets inside a patchwork quilt
Sewn by stars
This is the room where shining copper kettles steep lilac tea for the sweet-smelling bees, come at noon
This is the room that holds the secrets of the forest 
How the leaves crunch, flutter, and the fallen branches crack precisely underfoot
This is the room where evergreen symphonies are composed, ending with the sweet note of sap that drips from the clef
Where rules are not rules, just guidelines
This is the room where filtered almond light is collected in spare jam jars and stored away
This is the room that seeks solace in unexpected places, chasing shadows into solitary caves of sunshine
This is the room that believes in far too many songs and never has time to eat or rest
Where silver ceramic sails are kept in the darkest of corners
And this is the room that you will find locked away in your mind
Waiting to be found