Pipe major, I hear the unheard again
The wheat wallowing by the flood of beats
Growing tops, swishing notes, rocking, swaying
With the wind, swarming bees, jazz on the plain.
O the wand! I am etherealized
In heaven I would a touch to remain
Hugging space with my arms folding the air
I hear whilst hung by charm immortalized.
Ah! there the sun in sky a glowing vein
A volcano of molten melodies
Fusing spheres into cadence, pyramids
Floating harmony, falling clouds of rain.
Leave me there on the plateau of my mind
Threading through the gravity of the strain
A breath of the pipes spirited away
Forgetting the major, a dream behind.