I woke and saw - that life was love
The Magic - of my Mood
Stimulates - the noble work
Of stunning interludes
If all I knew - was Music
I still ought - to be content
To learn from passions rubric
And sing - a sonorous lament
Sounds - unchartered - as oceans blue
That churn like liquor of Love -
Only to my own refrain -
Am I permit to hear a treasure trove -