THE SYMPHONY
ONE crash shivers the world down to its roots,
And then the music moulds anew all things:
Strange moons sail in the laughter of the flutes;
New suns blaze through the clamour of the strings.
ONE crash shivers the world down to its roots,
And then the music moulds anew all things:
Strange moons sail in the laughter of the flutes;
New suns blaze through the clamour of the strings.