The Father Of Serpents

The Afterlife Symphony

The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body
The ensemble of pure magnificence
Four artists only dreams can create

The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body

The movement begins
As the body swings in larghetto
It is time for the branches to shine
In their solo conducted by wind

Let them play, let them play
Let their screech pierce through the night
Appease me
Your only listener
For I am
For I am here for you

I am here to see the music they make
The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body
So perfect – their music, the feeling, the tunes
The swinging body and the voice of the tree
The wind calms down
On to the minuet
And the body swings in ad libitum form
So proud I am with the music
So proud I am with this night
This concert played for me alone
This body was once my home