There is a portal we cross everyday

That leads us back to where we call our home.

The portal opens when a sound key plays

Waking our beings to a dire maelstrom.

Some close the portal by ignoring the key,

While others dance through it not making sound

The former miss a whole world to see.

The latter seize all there is to be found.

Without the key, our eyes can remain shut.

But through our ears the key slips in and flows.

Would you prefer to dream that which is not?

Or would you choose the world’s wonders and woes?

So listen to the key, its playing tune,

That opens the portal solely for you.