

Toccata e fugaStuck in the organ pipes for a piece of Bach A force colder and stronger than wind Blasts through my bones And my head reverberates My skull rattles tucked into my skin Into the heavens with the sound Tossing me into the air, miles of brass And I float down again with the still A ghost umbrella seperated from hands Zephyrs keep me up as each key is pressed Until the pretenatural comes again A gale shooting straight up Through the pipes it roars Crashings waves In a distorted panorama Inside this castle on the sea-cliffs Sitting in a room without aToccata e fuga
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