המתת השור

it starts with horns and brass 

it gathers from underneath the foot of the mountain 

it strives into accords that are only climbing from minors to minors in a suffocating rise never exploding into the climax we strive for 

it rises again, again through the clouds in a complete closed sky where no hope is to be forseen through the rising violons of strings together they form a veil of blurr all over the highest point we guess is there

and then,in a blow of exploding major scales, there is come, the soring of the music 

and our lungs is connected to our mind and that tired mind explodes by the ^pleasure of the lines made music in harmonuous accords 

it is telling us of the wonders of the world through the sens of our mind 

through the sens of the physical sound 

the beauty of strauss 

when i tell who will understand 

and i cry who will know that it was mainly because of that music 

extase

tonight 

a moment 

beauty is for these who can feel it through their body and mind