…wisdom in his hand. Forlorn moon and dreadful mist The youngest brother raises his fist. All life slowly withers away And the infinite circle begins again. The trail of the winds remains unseen, For mortals their realm…

…Mirrorhouses, the sweetest kisses and wines A Debussy dialogue between wind and the roaring sea Dance to the whistle, to the play, to the story To infinite encores Laugh at the royalty with sad crowns And repeat the chorus once more…

…, I love you Not today and not tomorrow Nothing blue and nothing borrowed Call me sometime or call me crazy No, no, yes, yes, take a good guess All I got is a definite maybe I know, I know, know Oh, no, oh, no, no I…

…slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand. Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. I do, but walk…