There were nights when the wind blew hard
The earth was a cold world
The godess of art was cruel
She'd **** all of earth's melodies up in her
It was empty and quiet below
Echoes reverberated in the caves of the earth
Man was lonely
In a lonesome world
Looking up the stary sky
Left without a sound
Dreaming.
Every one was dreaming
Mountains and hills were sleeping
Life without music
man below
Listened to the bellowing of emptiness
Every activity was boring
The earth was life without poetry
The world knew no music
The birds composed no tweets
Life without inspiration
Man lived in desparation
Man lacked a sound
There was a time
The wind felt for the earth
And conspired with the moon
To steal some notes and stanzas from the Sun
To create a sound for lovers at night
And encourage despairing soldiers
So birds can praise their creator
But the sun was guarded by the cruel godess
The wind blew over the moon
And polished its surface
The moon shone the sun's art
The wind blew over the moon in delight
Taking the music with it
It blew among trees and whistled
The birds got the jingles
They looked up to the sky
And sang
The wind blew over the oceans
The waters composed melodious waves
The sleeping earth woke
The dreaming man sang
The power of art possesed him
Lovers found an afrodisiac
Worriors remembered a song of victory
Life returned to earth
The angry godess got jealous
She began to corrupt music with hatred
Breaking the heavenly laws
So she was thrown down
by the Mighty One
And lost her music.