Write sweeping baroque pop English female vocal lyrics, BPM 72-84, D minor, anchored by a wandering harpsichord ostinato, lush full string swells, warm clarinet-led woodwind choir, soft thunder rolls of timpani, operatic layered backing vocals, soaring classically trained lead female vocals in the lyrical vein of Tori Amos, Kate Bush, and Rufus Wainwright. The narrative centers on a forgotten former court concertmaster confronting the ghost of her lost patron at midnight in a dust-sheeted palace conservatory, winter frost fern-crawling up cracked dome windows, scattered yellowed sheet music skittering across marble floors as she acknowledges her swan song will never be heard. Mood is majestic, soft-gilded, wistfully tragic, brimming with reverent awe.
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[Intro] [Verse] The velvet is grey The light fades away Frost ferns on the glass Watch the years pass My fingers are cold The story is old [Verse] You stand by the door A shadow on the floor Your wig is of lace I remember your face The patron of gold Now silent and cold [Pre-Chorus] Clarinet sings low In the winter snow Strings begin to rise Under hollow skies [Chorus] Oh, my master of light We dance in the night The music is thin Where do I begin? A swan song for none Now that we are done The marble is cracked The stage is ransacked [Post-Chorus] (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Lost in the dust (Ah, ah, ah, ah) In shadows we trust [Verse] Yellowed pages fly Underneath the moon's eye The ink is a blur For him and for her The concertmaster waits At the ivory gates [Chorus] Oh, my master of light We dance in the night The music is thin Where do I begin? A swan song for none Now that we are done The marble is cracked The stage is ransacked [Bridge] Strike the drum, let it roll For a weary, wandering soul The harpsichord weeps While the palace sleeps No one hears the trill Everything is still [Hook] Dust on the strings The winter bird sings Cold on the stone I play all alone [Verse] I lift up the bow With nowhere to go The resin is dry Like a long-forgotten lie The conservatory sighs As the last candle dies [Chorus] Oh, my master of light We dance in the night The music is thin Where do I begin? A swan song for none Now that we are done The marble is cracked The stage is ransacked [Outro]
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