Strike Me a Chord

I went into a small pink room My heart was beating fast I saw a glaring window There were no shadows cast This new situation It cries out for recognition Baby steps across the floor Familiar self left by the door The wood below is creaking And all I want is to see But the light is blinding me Finally at the sill And I expect an old folk's home But nothing is still And suddenly there are overtones Strike me a chord Strike me a chord, one more Play it once more Strike me a chord, one more I hold my hand to my forehead And focus on what seems to be A field of stars And one is not too far away So now I am blind but I can still hear The frequencies create a clear Synchrony and the synergy Manifests itself in me So strike me a chord Strike me a chord, oh Play me a chord Strike me a chord, more So now I am blind but I can still hear The frequencies create a clear Synchrony and the synergy Manifests itself as me So strike me a chord Strike me a chord, oh Strike me a chord Strike me a chord, oh The place I need to be Is where I put myself Where I look around I am a matter of life itself The place I need to be Is where I find myself