Where do you go with a melody
That sets the temperate fever afire,
That freely holds the heart,
And dances with the flame of desire.
Where do you go with a chronicle of the soul,
So sweetly, so stirringly spun,
That music and rhythm,
Being and time, are melded into one.
Where do you go with an arrangement
So piercing, and hauntingly scored,
That the spirit is seduced at the very first note,
And not released until the final chord.
