PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
The violins weep softly,
The flutes whisper in the air,
They dance to the rhythm of the baton,
In a melody that enchants.
On stage, the orchestra gives itself up,
A universe in sounds vibrating,
Like a serpent, subtle and sly,
Music, lethal, comes to capture us.
A visceral bite, inevitable,
That strikes the core of being,
Music, in its unparalleled force,
Leads us to the abyss without our realising.
Each note, a sweet poison,
That runs through the veins without stopping,
And in the end, already out of strength,
In silence, the soul breathes.