The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…

Rivers flowing into predestined pl… from enigmatic sources to their ch… waters contaminated from the devil… adrenalin surging and flooding the… rivers gaining speed and empowerin…

Words dressed in red satin with pe… flowing out of volcanos from the f… dipped in honey and alluring spice… head right and travel onto Lyrical… With their skirts up high and voic…

Pistons cranking in the chasms of… spirits in contention for supreme… churning in the hearts of the hot-… battle songs from the mouths of th… engines steaming ahead at superson…

Our man Norm, The man in the middle Who wears size medium, Taller than the shortest And fatter than the slimmest,

Where is Santa’s calendar? Blown away by the stormy air? Is it December or is it July? Should he look up in the sky? Or just play it by ear,

We rise, we fall, then rise again. We dust ourselves off, then we beg… To work, to rebuild, to follow the… As if tragedy never came into our… Tragedy, the bearer of two differe…

To the point but not so to the poi… wandering through the transcendent… flying through time clouds with it… wrapping its arms around the stars… melting the words down to a ferven…

Shy-eyed lady in forest glen, Lovely daughter of a beauty blend, Of a quiet mouth and lips of charm… Sweet whisperings of a fairy tale… With angel wings and slender feet,

The domination of passion. the desire to get close to it, to brush it against your cheek, the feeling of its texture, the need to feel it in the spirit,

Runaway Sam with a runaway plan, A gift for the ladies with a weddi… A hawker and a talker and a smooth… Never worked a day, a greater labo… Into bank accounts of the ladies s…