I want music to mean,to tell Story of my brief gladness meaning of long despair,but meaningless leaves unmove, untouched as evening. Over the city resulte starless , Famished for stolen fires that flame within the desolate corners of the mind, meaning no name What of the magic what the sweeping wind Battling the bones that now are dust, This the music tells with sadness And alone I face the night - I must.
