The street organ plays
Its blithe tune through the town,,
Winding down the alleys with the yellow
Leaves
It meanders down bleak avenues where
The copper-green monuments stare
At nothing...
It passes them by unheard
Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air (cathedral quiet and narcotics)
The messengers of snow
Moon-struck and gold
It croons with the lullabies that lull babies back to wombs
Confuses time with its merry sombre chiming
Calling back the old. Conjures daughters, lovers, sons
Fears, mothers, seasons, minutes
Lost and found, lost love
Spring and nothing, she sings like a bird that wakes up warm
And thinks the winter's over
The street organ's music is heard
For the first time here and the last time there
And not at all
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas
In a mind of tide-mark memories
The strand of hair that falls in front of her face
He woke up and called out her name (Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas)
But only the street organ answers
The street organ plays down every road
Moon-struck and gold
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas
In a mind of tide-mark memories
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