Silver box

Different worlds I travel through
And in every place I stop
Few nice bits and bobs
I pull out from my magic box
To recreate my home

I hang up on the walls
My little fold up hopes
Drawing calligraphic thoughts
Around that inner space so alone

I look up and you’re standing at the door
Smiling; I reach out to you
Tell me, will you bring me a new song?
I would cut a great big hole
On the fabric of reality

I’d show you the secret I protect the most
That small silver box
Full of the various sounds of waterfalls
If only you’d bring me a happy song