The Music Room at Poem and Quotes

I'm deeply touched, by the gentle halls,
the passion walls,
and even the lonely, down-beats steps, that takes you beneath it all.

I googled Love,
I wandered in,
I wore my Red Velvet glove,
and brought my toy violin.

I wait to strum....play-
Must hit the "send"

Can someone please explain why-
My account hangs in suspend?*

*Ha-hahaha. I'm in. I'm in. I'M IN!

** I didn't know what category to put this poem in. It certainly is a red-letter day for me. :) I've waited near three weeks to get signed-on, and I tried everything, including putting this poem in my profile, hoping a mod wold catch the meaning, and respond. But of course, if you aren't registered yet, no one can see your profile completely. Anyway, all is well now...I'm registered. Thank-you mods.