I use my flute and charm the rocks, and the trees, the sirens voices have I calmed, and I received my tortoiseshell flute from Ino of the sea, my gold flute from Apollo, my silver flute plays the light of the moon into veils of musical waves, My soul fills with and breathes out the words of Aphrodite, and Athena whispers songs in my dreams.

I am Orpheus and Homer, St.Mark too, as I too speak of Helen upon her bed. Stars descend and ascend into the place where music lives as real as the trees of the forests, and flows too, as the rivers of light from eternal places to be heard in that nature creation where heaven lives within finely woven earthly aethers streaming beauty.