Transporting Symphony - with Crimson

"Sing a song of sixpence"
waiting for the silence to breathe  
From the elder poetic trees
listening to the bee's knees
 
Lullaby for a soul of disquiet
weep my heart
That keen in key with my grief
It is a sorrowful, sweet redeemer
Who sees me bereft of soul
tumultuous greed buries me alone
so my lonely heart can bear my emptiness quietly
 
Awakening from the memories  
sounds transporting a symphony
Perhaps a butterfly,
or, "A  pocket full of rye