Oh grand conductor,
you bring me to my knees,
weeping for joy
at your perfect symphony.
A flick of the wrist
and a baby is born.
A nod of the head
and a tree laid to rest.
You are life,
and the balance you command and demand
is executed in dynamic tune
by your orchestra and band.
Scanning about
from your platform view,
your clarity seeps through
all movements you do.
But oh, thou holy secret—
