O Happy, Happy Each Man

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?