MY ESCAPE Slowly, ever so softly, I tiptoe down the hall. Listening to the pouring rain, and watching the night fall. Gently, I open the sliding door, and step inside the room. The eeriness surrounds me, as if I opened a tomb. Slowly, ever so softly, I tiptoe across the floor. I grope my way around the dark, and feel my heart greatly soar. Finally, I feel the cold hard bench, and ease myself upon. I lay my hands upon the ivory, close my eyes, and play a song. © 1991 ReNae