The Conductors Departure

Drawn by a sad melody
 I enter this old theatre
 I walk through corridors
 But for the music all is still
 I reckon i'm late for the show
 Strange to say there is no crowd
 But enchanted by the sound
 I start to walk down one of two aisles
 But as I reach the stage
 I find the orchestra motionless
 Like frozen in their play
 All covered up in cobwebs
 Indicated the time that passed
 All in their evening attire
 Beautiful
 Like an old monochrome photograph
 Bow lie still on violin's strings
 The sound comes no longer
 From their instruments
 It's but an echo between these walls
 And has so been for years
 Yet ever so strong
 Their eyes focus in the direction
 When the conductor once was stood
 He'd rule them from the podium
 And they'd anxiously obey
 Any gesture he would make
 No one could in their wildest dreams
 Imagine that he while he'd conduct
 Would cast a spell and turn them into
 Stone, statuesque, proud but sad
 The conductor's departed but left his dirge
 To accomany their destiny
 I panic that I realise
 The podium was nobody else's place
 But mine
 Paralysed by insight
 I'm viewing my own life
 All my hopes and dreams
 All that could have been
 Turned to stone
 As I stepped down from my throne
 [lead: Schälin]