No. 14
In the moonlight
I saw a storm.
So I opened my window to peer
Outside.
Sweet seducing meadow
Cowering flowering tide
The night so dark and mellow
As the rain rushing
Came.
Overflowing music
And desperate voice of song
In the moonlight so menacing becomes
Barred and riddled
The moonlight won.
The fantasy now,
An elegant voice of song.
Hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm…
My words have turned senseless, and strange
But such is the power of the piece,
That any art I could ever release…
Or read,
To you…
Inferior, and painful
To our ears.
False, and pretending,
An artist you think you are…
An artist you have never been…
Silence descending now,
Da, da, da, da, da, da…
Down with the tone,
Why are you still here?
Listening to your own drone,
Deaf and unable to hear,
The beauty ringing in your ear…
Behind the blinds, a world of time,
But you are so behind…
Lost in music great, music divine.
