The Waiting Room

I wonder what happened that night.
I might have gone into the waiting room.
It only came to me a moment ago.
She didn't know me,
We never met,
She was just talking to me from the infinite system.
I never told her about it,
But she knows it exactly.
Is it true then?
That the songs are already in there?
Have I just simply captured a string
And pushed it down onto the paper?
And if the paper was already there
And she was already there
And the pencil was already there…
And if she jumped before me
And if the strings were there before me
I am confused:
Am I the paper?