~*~

Heartrending synth
Humanizing idleness:
Bodies [detached] … Faces [bare]

Like the first show of sun in a Neptune-year is our music!
Our kissing souls compose a dance
That stir all life into the sweet romance of harmony.

Upon the greenest hill we sculpt Arcadia,
Our twin forces igniting
The elemental fire unfailing of conception…

Some favourites in the assembly weep,
Indebted to the overture:
The avant-garde leap into nature’s mythical air!

Others continue the exodus
Of deep-seated fiction parting the band:
If an illusion is graced it’s from new-born hands.

Here we exist: progressively modeling
The stage where heaven is said to play if love
Is personified & breathing in time: to save the world!