My Queen, Walk into my wax palace And peer into my eyes. Words will melt away As the lamps will light themselves On their pedestals And the wax won’t melt away. The bow will play on the taut violin strings, And a whole orchestra will resonate In the background, gently, lovingly. The chalices will fill themselves. We will drink with our eyes. The angels of love will blush Behind the lamps on wax pedestals; The demons of darkness Will blink from yonder. My Queen, Walk into my wax palace Where words have no role to play.
Cerebrate and Celebrate