Upon a wizened ancient lyre Harps music of irrepressible allure Suffice to set the soul on fire With supreme reflection pure Troubador of the city floor Irresistible tune to cherish and adore Fluent in melodies of magor and minor No magic no fires of heaven could outshine her Prophets clamor to hear her and wine her She like thee a mystery Riffs and riddles on the gems of history myth and magic her mind's geography love's philosophy her theosophy her psalms beget by ear wise trophy which ne'er decay or wilt or atrophy beget thy sweet and sonorous bars WHICH DREAMS OF HEAVEN AND SINGS TO THE STARS in harmony with the cosmic serenade in which the soul's truest abade balladeer a renegade who told the truth because it paid to not put one's soul up for trade a passion in love's furnace made oh to listen in the dappled shade my mind waltzes with the lilt you have replete lilt to the hilt song stirs flowers sunk in silt they sway and sigh and soar and wilt sensuous and attuned to the song that doth ring around the earth up and along raising the sound of the world in the throng for half the world away is tianneman square or hong kong