The Maestro

The Maestro stepped on the stage
And cued up the band
He remembered how it felt
As a younger man

He tangled her scent
In the reeds of the winds
He painted her green-brown eyes
In the trembling strings
He made love rot her all over again
In the shifting breeze of Debussy

When he was more than a man
He was as he wished to be
It had been so long
But it still came naturally
          ...to the Maestro

He plucked the guns for their hands
Tumbled tanks like shells on the beach
Where's the cheers and applause?
Can't they see he's pushin' down walls...

No eyes teared but his own
The only weight was on the creaking floor
In an empty hall
That the orchestra left years ago

Now, he's only a man
On a stage with a stick in his hand

When he was more than a man
He was as he wished to be
It had been so long
But it still came naturally

          ...to the Maestro