What goes on in these empty rooms
A strong presence that won't go away
These old energies are trapped here
Somehow singing out from lost voices
Footsteps walking in the hallways
Echoing sounds of invisible laughter
There is a party going on somewhere
Perhaps there are several parties
Distant musical melodies ring out loud
Muffled conversations ebb and flow
Clinking glasses toast to old acquaintances
Long since forgotten by the hands of time
Bringing to mind glorious days of creativity
When pianos played riotous cacophonies
And saxaphone players practiced scales
Where now there is silence and sorrow
love this. adore the chelsea hotel.
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