I am the one who sets the stage, each leaf, each flower

picked by me, they all blend in together like a band

of marching troops, troops merging, synchronizing

and the one who plays the violin hits a crescendo,

the one with the guitar an octave higher, the flats, sharps,

allegro, hear, hear, the sounds of the stomping troops wearing

uniforms unlike any other for they carry their voices with spirit,

their backs are not bent, their faces are glowing with spirits

high, higher, higher than the stars, for it is with angels

that they sing and blend in with, do you not know that music

was first created by Lucifer? It was one tragic fall, but the song,

oh, the song, I will never forget it and the players

they play without feeling fatigue, without becoming jaded,

spirits high, higher than the heavens!