Musicmaster
In times gone by, a wretched past
An ancient mould of gloom was cast
Till all bowed down in hopeful desire
For a Musicmaster to relight the fire
Banish the DJ's sacrificial altar
Tamed the might of the rock guitar
Ay, the Musicmaster swore
Remember the days of times before
All that once was shall be once more
He sought the beasts of rock n' roll
Who sanity with their music stole
Swept all away with their embrace
The instrument of God's holy grace
He walked through a sullen door
And found what he longed for
Rusty old men with a magic loom
And rid the world of its morbid gloom
With the contents of that golden room
In answers to questions unasked
Bhavya Khanna
