I\'ts a day that ends in the turmoil of a disordered planet .
My mind wanders in search of some perfect architecture
before the sandman put little children to sleep ...
I feel outside the carnal boundaries of this world
which is nothing more than a lost suburb of boredom...
Stardust in the hair of time and so many eras
dead and to be decided ...
Inspired matter in perfect mother mechanics
melody of the spheres in the cosmic ocean\'s flow...
In this blur of day and night entwined ,
gentle caress of a moment of grace and contemplation,
feeling of fulness lost in the musicality of a celestial clavichord,
that only souls open to the infinite om can perceive.
Delightful chore ,spirit of the perfect voice,exquisite rondo...
Wolfgang descends from his cloud ,reborn from eternity...
The smiling evening angel opening their arms to me ...