I want music to mean,to tell  Story of my brief gladness  meaning of long despair,but meaningless leaves unmove, untouched as evening. Over the city resulte starless , Famished for stolen fires that flame within the desolate corners of the mind, meaning no name  What of the magic what the sweeping  wind Battling  the bones that now are dust, This the music tells with sadness And alone I face the night - I must.