The mournful dirge,
A pronouncement of power,
Compelling all attention,
In a world listening to tension,
The music of a Master,
Centuries away,
Now it is today,
Listen, listening,
The melody filters out,
But not the harmony,
Is it never heard?
This language,
This eternal word,
At the end, we must prepare,
Music as the last inspirational ray,
Hearing and seeing at last,
Through the mind's curtain,
Creating,
A noble spectrum,
That of an entire day,
Abounding at last in peace,
Now understanding,
Now the completed score,
Let us all rise,
The Master plays.

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