I once knew an Orpheus incarnation,
Who lived to compose,
And move mountains with his music…
But then he was bewitched and tamed,
And now caters to the masses’ twitchy toes…
And neither stones,
Nor my heart,
Are now moved by his art…
Oh! To break the spell,
And unleash the godly fire,
For at least one more display,
Of mad perfection!
Or has Orpheus grown impatient,
And found a new incarnation?
Please let me know,
If you hear word,
Of this nomadic demi-god…