The Conductors Departure
Drawn by a sad melody
I enter this old theatre
I walk through corridors
But for the music all is still
I reckon i'm late for the show
Strange to say there is no crowd
But enchanted by the sound
I start to walk down one of two aisles
But as I reach the stage
I find the orchestra motionless
Like frozen in their play
All covered up in cobwebs
Indicated the time that passed
All in their evening attire
Beautiful
Like an old monochrome photograph
Bow lie still on violin's strings
The sound comes no longer
From their instruments
It's but an echo between these walls
And has so been for years
Yet ever so strong
Their eyes focus in the direction
When the conductor once was stood
He'd rule them from the podium
And they'd anxiously obey
Any gesture he would make
No one could in their wildest dreams
Imagine that he while he'd conduct
Would cast a spell and turn them into
Stone, statuesque, proud but sad
The conductor's departed but left his dirge
To accomany their destiny
I panic that I realise
The podium was nobody else's place
But mine
Paralysed by insight
I'm viewing my own life
All my hopes and dreams
All that could have been
Turned to stone
As I stepped down from my throne
[lead: Schälin]
I enter this old theatre
I walk through corridors
But for the music all is still
I reckon i'm late for the show
Strange to say there is no crowd
But enchanted by the sound
I start to walk down one of two aisles
But as I reach the stage
I find the orchestra motionless
Like frozen in their play
All covered up in cobwebs
Indicated the time that passed
All in their evening attire
Beautiful
Like an old monochrome photograph
Bow lie still on violin's strings
The sound comes no longer
From their instruments
It's but an echo between these walls
And has so been for years
Yet ever so strong
Their eyes focus in the direction
When the conductor once was stood
He'd rule them from the podium
And they'd anxiously obey
Any gesture he would make
No one could in their wildest dreams
Imagine that he while he'd conduct
Would cast a spell and turn them into
Stone, statuesque, proud but sad
The conductor's departed but left his dirge
To accomany their destiny
I panic that I realise
The podium was nobody else's place
But mine
Paralysed by insight
I'm viewing my own life
All my hopes and dreams
All that could have been
Turned to stone
As I stepped down from my throne
[lead: Schälin]
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrik Hans Schalin
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