Where’s the conductor?
I hear what he wrote~
These swelling scales of melodies
and drumlines I emote

I can nearly see his arms upraised
So clearly, his baton
Tapping, tapping toward the stage
The players sit upon

And now the place is drunk with noise!
And now it’s quiet, fluttered
And now it roars the swoops and poise
His soaring arms have uttered

And tears are turned to wonderstruck
And wonder worn to worry
And worry steers to ashen fears
That pluck at passion’s purring

And now the cause for grand applause–
Crescendos bending mental laws
The oohs, the ahs
The perfect pause
The cracking flaws
The mutters

The breakdown of the stage to cause
A broken world I shudder