The Director, The Puppeteer

A cacophony of sound Muster no wavelengths too abundant For a master of space Designs time to their own will Short notes, l o n g t o n e s All resolve by a single click Strings snapping HORN sounds |Bars| and -beats- are c a s c a d i n g Deteriorating phrases accumulate to a white noise I direct and guide my symphony to the last note fermata

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