Heartbeat arrhythmicnDusk, warm melting dusknLarge room immensely highnAll around crowded porcelainnCharming figures of glassnBallerinas shepherds popesnAlchemic dreadful spellsnWild formulas of the sorcerersnMagical trianglesnLittle green drowned mannOld brown big leather-bound booksnStuffed birdsnThe swords long double-edgednAnd the gorgets of goldnThe bats, withered rosesnMemories of childhoodnVoiceless broken flutesnThe devils, the saints, the clownsnDismal regiments of toy soldiersnAwkward silhouettes of stone creaturesnHumdrum litanies of drunk-eyes godsnAgamous devout knights in steelnPaper masks and white flowersnDirty paintings blurrednAmongst all thosenSlender shape of limp old mannPlaying the clavicordnOld yellowed clavicordnPlaying incessantly eternallynPersisting the immortal smile at white lipsnImmersed in the soft reverienOf this warm eveningnAnd the odd crowd packed all aroundnIs listening stillnNoblynSubtlyn