The crackling of the forest fire
Rings loudly in my ears
The murmuring of the funeral pyre
Can still be heard from here

The moon comes out to ice our burns
Her fingers reach through the glass
My beating heart is still on fire
Its flames are always last

As crickets play their violins
The stars begin to dance
The darkness fills in the holes
Our eyes don’t stand a chance

The crackling of the forest fire
Still lives inside the ashes
There it slumbers never wakes
Unless you call it master

And as I play my violin
I keep my eyes closed
The darkness fills in what’s gone
Takes my hand to move the bow

The vibration of the midnight bells
Becomes part of the concerto
My fingers hum around the strings

And I compose, compose, compose