Notes be heard in distant dell, their chords a strong and mighty spell, as stone be dropped in gentle pool, they ripple from their source, dulcet tones and ringing bell, my heart feels mighty force. Soul within doth open to, the music wafting by, ripples in my heart do spread, my soul take wing and fly. Ears to hear and eyes to cry, I breath but subtle sigh, for tone is sweet though notes be few, for less is more when heard, through stings of heart and sorrows past, take flight this simple bird. Desire be but wings on wind, when music stirs within, with timid beat of flapping wings, aloft I soar and swoop, o’er gentle pool reflecting bright, the concert now begin. Sail I do o’er pool and dell, though tears do spring and well, from misty eye of years gone by, for memories can tell. While truth doth lie amidst the heart, and lies do speak the truth, for heart that yearns for loves long past, the song doth speak the words, the wound that speaks and spurns.