The Commander
The Commander
Music through its wild pipes
Screaming melodies from nature’s playground
Though sometimes a violet’s sigh
A laughing rage, a forsaken presidio
A nomadic escapade, an eternal desert
Too hot to hold, too wild to tame
The commander holds it to his cheek
Of soft velvet, and casts its tantrums away
He sings as if they were all his children
When volcanoes lost their lava
When rivers flowed out of themselves
When continents shifted from their homes
When lust became a slave of man
He sang with nature’s gusto
He commanded the seasons to
Find each other through song
The song of him, the one
Who tamed its restless ways
As if passion was his slave
Hail to the commander of song!!!
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