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' MORE THAN A DREAM' From Words from Thought

The virtuoso musician plays the music score,
Why do I ask for even more?
Perhaps I hear the composer’s thought,
Before he transposed it on lines that caught
Only one dimension,
Do I hear his dissention,
From the music that is played in his name,
Even though it increases his fame.

No! The best excuse is that he is dead,
The living must seek haven instead,
So they run away from the lies they told,
The river runs from mountains very cold,
In only one direction,
Do I hear a correction,
From the music that is played in his name,
Even though it ruins the game.

Yes! Here is a time all can hear,
Every moment that genius ever held dear,
If only we take the sounds from the best of the best,
And disregard the noise emanating from the rest,
The signpost lives alone,
Within a standing stone,
We are recipients of more than a dream,
When great composers dip their hands into the stream.