dawn of the jester

music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy
birds on the edge of vision swoop and dart
music that raises hope in every heart

all we possess comes down to thought and art
the world's a lot more trouble than a toy
music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy

in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound
these tones our hearing never seem to cloy
in even measure forces we deploy

it's not enough to listen and enjoy
visions must come our feelings to astound
in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound

the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart
into each seat by magic we are bound
the world is more than we can see around

and in the end we keep what we have found
each of us learns a proper role and part
the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart

a simple failure

we let things drift each time we pass
rules are enacted but nothing is done
duty's forgotten in the daily run

the world we live in's just a sordid mass
folk live or die for someone else's fun
we let things drift each time we pass

others may come to harry and harass
or else to execute or flail or stun
whoever's mad enough to risk the sun
we let things drift each time we pass

at the tale's end

each tiny tragedy joins in the whole
waiting for fullness is a great mistake
there is no hidden island in the lake
no fairy steersman pushing on the pole
the tree will hide no wizard in its bole
we choose the better path for our own sake
we'll let the iron weapons chip and flake
as long as we can reach our stated goal
rules are set but only one will matter
there's never any reason to doubt that
the thing that's wanted is not ever seen
hope remains although the world may shatter
we've got the lives of a most lucky cat
and can arrive where others haven't been

a grand finale

a sound disturbing to harsh critic's ear
allows us time for different modes of thought
about the abyss between is and ought

a thousand miles is altogether near
enough to tell just what duration's wrought
a sound disturbing to harsh critic's ear

command the music to be sweet and dear
and you'll not hear what the composer caught
one moment's understanding dearly bought
a sound disturbing to harsh critic's ear

truths of history

a flight of geese across the evening sky
the sound of frogs and crickets in the wood
another summer day has now passed by
a flight of geese across the evening sky

words down on paper never wholly lie
but do not seem to point towards a good
a flight of geese across the evening sky
the sound of frogs and crickets in the wood