• The tiny black dots
    Call out to me
    Their voices scream
    And my ears want to bleed.

    That such beauty and wonder
    So great I could die
    Could come from this 'gibberish';
    God, it's such a great lie...

    As I make their singing reality,
    My hands and fingers shake,
    Urging me to play faster,
    And my mind starts to quake.

    This could only be called 'magic'
    The closest thing there is.
    So the composer must be the 'wizard'...
    This piece is his.