Conservatory Resonance

Through the painting and the wite busts

in the corridor of the fountain

from a century I try to find you, I try

The veil, the veil of the night descends

heavy upon our school

Where the music found shelter

from the havoc of the plebeians thirst

And I wonder why

birds are silent now

and our tools of notes worn as your love

A young boy takes a violin

and puts all his dreams in it

and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling

Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate

to need for a love vast as sky

impossible to find

Or maybe he'll find flower

on which you'll share some joy

the kind of those

greeting the end