Our joys are wanton, wild and many
And Heaven knows we tell them well
An Art suffice to fathom God
An Eye discerning convey Hell
In bars, in beats, in rhythmic magic
Beget a score suffice to woo
The Spirits of the Other Realms
Who will us through our Hearts to do
And through those Hearts we hone our craft
To live, feel love, to freely go
To Peace in destruction's aftermath
Searching for Rainbow, to and fro