A complicated dance
With steps so smooth
Dresses wisp through the air
And men bow so low

Each movement entices me
Each sight enchants me
How they breathe in time
How the rhythm sings

But I hear the violins cry
I hear the cello weep
I hear the flutes sob
And the harps are choking

The melody is forced form them
Gracefulness has been stolen
Chained by bows and fingers
They’re denied the right to hum

They whisper tales of sorrow
From the moment the carver finished
It was as a father once kind
Abandoning his very children

And into our world
They have been forced
To play us sweet music
That will one day make them horse