Music in the air Plucked from the centuries Presented in the form Of a song by you to me Seagull in the air Floating on the updraft See me on the ground Think i just heard her laugh Up in the air Up there, up there, in the air Twelve floors up In the camlin hotel Man at the piano Plays songs for the clientele Notes mingle out from his mouth With the alcohol Floating up to the stars And circling through them all Up in the air… Topographic lines Come close together Imagine the peaks And the stormy weather Trees fade to white And boulders just might Make an appearance If the sun shines just right Up in the air…