A subtle strum on a silvery string
brings about echoes of shadows set forth to spring
From the fingertips of mine own hand
the lyrics therein dance about the land

The powerful words that accompany the tune
screaming forth madness to bay at the moon
A slight little shift to change the key
leaves the listeners laughing, abandonment's glee

Deepening the notes the octaves dip low
horrible moans, a physical blow
Upon which, we soar to chimes high
the ear-piercing tones making even stone cry

Returning to which, the tones that began
our song forthwith becoming quite wan
A soaring arpeggio winds the song down
the playing a reminder of what has been found

During such time we play a conclusionary note
through which we end this recital from rote