The journey begins winding and low. It involves crawling and clambering. You grab, squeeze and caress rough and smooth surfaces. Everything crackles and rustles. The touch of your hand makes strings vibrate like a concert at dawn.
Then you land on soft cushions. In this peaceful cocoon, you can close your eyes. You hear a beating heart, the rustling of breath... Jingle-jangle music boxes strike up a conversation. Then the journey continues and it's time to search. In the dark, moths roam through the forest. Your touch makes them fly up. You can't see them, but you can hear them fluttering hidden among musical trees.
Finally, it's party time. A swarm of butterflies in the summer sun. While you dance, an organ grunts and blows. Whistles ring out, horns and bells rise. The harder you dance, the happier the music. Hop! Hop! Hop! The roof is coming off!
