The Theater

I am the one who sets the stage, each leaf, each flower picked by me, they all blend in together like a band of marching troops, troops merging, synchronizing and the one who plays the violin hits a crescendo, the one with the guitar an octave higher, the flats, sharps, allegro, hear, hear, the sounds of the stomping troops wearing uniforms unlike any other for they carry their voices with spirit, their backs are not bent, their faces are glowing with spirits high, higher, higher than the stars, for it is with angels that they sing and blend in with, do you not know that music was first created by Lucifer? It was one tragic fall, but the song, oh, the song, I will never forget it and the players they play without feeling fatigue, without becoming jaded, spirits high, higher than the heavens!