As performed at the New Year's Concert in Cyrene.
Inspired by the Muse's image in Scarlatti's Temple.

Awake fair Muse! Cease your slumber,
Cast off the dream veil and arise.
I seek an audience; torn asunder
Is the vision behind my eyes.
Beauty I no longer see
Nor music heavenly do I hear.
For all is dead, fair Euterpe,
Save your gentle whisper in my ear.
"Come taste of my pleasures," you did say
And callow youth swiftly complied.
I drank deep of bliss that day
Though high I soared, my innocence died.
No more joy in simple things,
My body aches for ecstasy.
The larks that careen on whetted wings
Cut a sky I hardly see.
My heart is lost in divine grace
Seeking for your dulcit pleasures.
Your music fills all time and space;
You have become my soul's lone treasure.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 385 AF.