On a wooden bench, under the eaves of the Music Department... That is my favourite place in this whole wide world.

I go there to lay down and look up at the sky, resting my weary head from its studies and chores, and I simply think of the music and the clouds that drift around in the air. Sometimes there is a piano playing, and other times a woman is singing. 

Not many people know about this special place, just myself, and the few others who have lingered long enough in that tiny grassy square to hear the soft melodies coming from the windows.