Green Glass Violins Songtext
von Paul Roland

His face was cracked like candlewax
His mouth was thin Iike wire
The tormented young composer threw
His papers into the fire


By the flickering flame his fingers
Stroked the claviret
While throbbing gently grew the drone of string quartets

The falcon birds of winter were screaming in the trees
While rain it broke-beaded like chains or window glass like grease

From a panel in the study waII
Behind the candelabra
He removed a smali cigar box
Wilthin a miniature orchestra