Like silver stars in a galaxy of shine
Each sound the whisper of the dancing wind
Voices coming from all corners of space bleeding together
To let the beginning replay over and over
Forever changing and yet always the same
As strong as a mountain standing tall
And as gentle as a snow flake falling
Landing to melt and sink back into the earth
So as to come again some other flick of a hand
The French horns wail in pitiful abandon
While the tuba rambles on and on
Watching its own fluorescent feet of sunflower petals
And the clarinets screech their chit-chattered gossip
Taking the truth and stringing it up for all to see
The trumpets shouting in outrage, their metallic voices clear
Wanting their views to be gotten across yet not really having a point
A shock of silence takes the hand and all sound ceases for a second in time
The soft whimper of a ba** clarinet soothes the mixed up crowd
A peaceful flute joins in with tender oblivion shaking out its heart
And slowly life starts up again, its aging lines back deep and strong
Music drifts through the mola**es air, sweet and full and happy
The tunes start dancing again, each two step certain and sure
Their laughter moving the stars that twinkle off so far
Tension mounts like rising waves crashing on the shore
And as the feelings come through the instruments a sun of gold slips up
A flash of painful silver light goes bouncing round the halls of life
The trombone gives the final rumble the long nose sliding down
And silence creeps into the light, his slippers soft and gentle
Laughter slips off into the mornings loving care
And as the sounds of night pa** on their beauty suddenly, miserably gone
The life of day spreads her heavenly wings and once again the night has past
Leaving a purity that will exist to the day when the sun will shine its last