With colorful beats that jump on his face
Having the power be feed his silicon wing
The electric cuckoo plays the blissful song
Inner fields of closed eyes in there at once
Blossoms a green huge tree and that dance
Of both brain and heart; As the very ruling king
He does melt the soul the mind and everything;
Nothing be of solid on these fields and ways

The melted soul that I disentangle and gaze
On the banks of tunes flow where divine gather'd
That as of babies smile spread on breeze
And of very harmony from the ancient ground
Birds of music flies to the Earth greatly feather'd
Accord I ever dance inside caring not around