It’s in the way of my eye and I will treat her kind. If you really want I won’t take a chance, finding myself in the litany of music, having lost myself in storms of living. Oh, am I not happy, I am, I am. Reaching through the years to uncover truths that had become hidden, vaults of longing, enchanting times. I judge people harshly on what they create, for only in creation do we live a too short life, an empty relation the truth within music transcending.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs