instrumentation

breeze across some windless frame, bass line persists/percussion fades, in minor entering refrain, aghast to know that nothing's changed, then breathless reaching for a word, it's beyond grasp just like a bird, it's not so simple as lament, for this word is my instrument, in spirals render it again, that what is bled shall e'er remain, with fervour gather ancient strings, who knows just what the journey brings, a quiet din for us tonight, in tritone chord we know delight, you watch me as i take the quill, it's what you want, it's what you will, to bleed the word unto the sheet, e'en then the song is incomplete...