As The orchastra plays

forward in 4/4 timing

From the Angels lips

I heard the song of the mystical notes  Backwards to the tempo

Placed in an order so chaotic yet full of harmony

Strings held to reverb

Drums to linger in an essence of tones

Winds from the north and south, east and west carry a birds tune

Penguin suits and lions tails forked in-between the legs of a piano

with woodwinds spilling the secrets for tomorrow to remember

Standing is one man ordering what needs to be heard

Then the mistor with his profound acting

coxing the pedals and the horns to blossom for tomorrow


His song of misery, pain, achievement and gain

Only to have the angels profess in psalms How lovely this song is and all should hear (like the morning doves song)