An ending note of felicity Then from your heart I’ll pry Every beat that flows through Every drop of thick red dew Stop the music in your veins Hear it softy slip away Then the music starts anew Red hot rhythm pulses through Burning staccatos in your throat Yearning to steal another’s note Go spread this symphony cross the land Till it numbers high as the sand Soon all that’s heard in cold night air Is this new breed’s song beginning to flair