Summer, Studio at Midnight

On the magic bus we ride, In summer's warmth, we do abide. With windows down and music loud, We travel on, without a cloud. The world around us seems to fade, As we journey on this escapade. Our worries and fears disappear, Leaving only joy and cheer. And when the day has turned to night, We find ourselves in a different light. The studio beckons us to make joyous sounds, Where creativity does abound. As we work through the midnight hour, We tap into our inner power. Expressing thoughts both deep and true, The magic bus has brought us through. So let us cherish this moment in time, For it is rare and so divine. Let the magic of the bus inspire, Our hearts an...View all