The Light! He draws the song
Etched deep within my soul
To carve in me a statue
The scars clave deep my wooden soul
The pain of beauty comes whistling down me
Removing flesh, the husk of life, like bark,
Dividing spirit from the soul.
Wood shavings pile around the work of art
A master knows the difference
In the tree sees Wooden-Head
The love, the life, the light to bring
A living child from marionette!
neumatikos 