Orpheus pull out the strings of my heart
And stretch them head to bottom on your lyre;
Tighten them, tune them and please quickly start
The yearning melodies of my desire.
Thanks Orpheus, now let me hear the strain
Of the tuneful Nine sent across the years
The soft rhytm within the gales of the spheres.
Have the strings wire deciphered notes to tell
The secret of this being having no end
Kindle the notes,feed the fire, make it swell,
Burn the world with music to comprehend
The meaning of this ecstasy is in the lay,
Since time was born out of time yesterday.