Murmur so softly to the moonbeams of blue Whisper quiet to the desert night. Rolling, caroling, dancing, whirling, Murmur down to nothingness and silence long. Triumphantly, the snow falls now, Majestically were love's enow. Chord full rich. Chord weird whines.
Empty fifths flow futilely along.
The rhythm picks up in a waltzing gate And all the dancers can hardly wait. This orgy of music will satiate. Mellow and sadly, slowly going, Seeds of sorrow steadily sowing, From painful pathos fire growing, Mood and madness never slowing. Then take and make you Do and see and be A whirligig, a lightning rod, A hot and heavy breathless passion Fighting out of boundary for breath. Rattle you, prattle you, chat you up And take you down.