Harmony of the Phoenix

What am I searching for?
Beyond this evolving door
The songs I have learned to play
Cut the air, and along the way
They go, spreading the sweetest thing
That anyone could recall hearing.
The composer rejected fault,
Claiming the sound was never meant for all those ears
That would take years upon the sound to descend,
Bringing curiosity to a halt.

Did not the world care for a new day
Of new ideas, when mankind once again
Had someting interesting to begin,
That would lead to new things to say?

In the distance,
Deep underground,
There lived a new race of sound;
A new species of resonance
Waiting to unleash itself upon a droll, monotonous world,
Not that this new harmony would go untouched as it unfurlled;
Truly some changes would come,
A new revolution,
The kind that would require the sounds of the sun.