Maestro
Maestro conducts the stars
Like witchcraft above
And the masses stare
In synchronization
He weaves it well
His pattern chord-chaos
The melody rises to sacred heights
Almost profane, almost insanity!
Can you hear the silent static?
Can you hear the holy octave?
The music stirs primordial emotion
But confusion always comes first
And his hands wish to touch God
But his heart wants only to reach Woman
Music, oh music blessed!
Music, oh music cursed!
Music, deathly gripping love!
Music, desires crippling cages!
Music, enemy like no other!
Music, freedom like the dawn!
Music, eruption in the soul!
Music, under the depth of the sea!
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