This is my time,
A time when words are read,
A time when words are written,
And the realities of life do not exist.
These first two hours are special,
So special to me.
The worries in my world are forgotten,
For such a brief time.
I am lost in a world of music,
I am lost in a world of words.
This time is so precious
But all too soon it is over
And the reality of my world
Drags me into the day.
But my time will return,
Return tomorrow,
Return every morning.