Conservatory Resonance — Novembre

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