The Legoland Convention

A gentle stroke of the painter's brush,
Reveals new paint on canvas blue.
Environment where angels blow,
In heaven, their pillowy abode.

As spirits gather, an angel's chorus,
Evidence, a storm's a-blowin'.
To join the voices, instruments,
Thunder, lightning, special effects.

As light and sound come raining down,
Amongst the ange's voices,
The grievéd Maestro's seems well pleased,
At cleansing, saving forces.


"Feel the angel of the present
In the mighty crystal fire
Lift me up consume my darkness
Let me travel even higher"

"I'm a dweller on the threshold"