Pan had the temerity to compose his music
Which rivaled and challenged that of Apollo
Pan blew on his pipes with such rustic melody
He persuaded girls to surrender to his love
Apollo with his robe of Tyrian purple
Held his lyre and struck the strings with ravishing harmony
But a sweeter melody arose from Pan
And he became a lustful god with horns
His favorite occupation was drinking singing and chasing nymphs
The Maenads were so enamored by being around him that they entered a state of ecstasy
They would fall into a state of hysteria and run about the mountain
Far music and distant mellowed song
Ballads of merriment so richly toned
Sent murmurings of desire
To entice a prospective lover
O sumptuous virgin did you give thy sensuous power
To Pan as he summoned beside the tower
Thy love which his notes did seek
Began with kisses to your pearly cheek
How she conveyed him softly as if in sleep
Entranced by his temples of poppies so deep
Frequencies of sound in the toroidal field
Were instruments of love to the ancient Greeks
The powerful resonance of electromagnetic attraction
Generated melodies of vibration in the harmonic universe
The previous age was entertained with the music of the spheres
As the planetary deities and their orbs gathered at the Mount of Assembly
They will do so again
As the next age comes in!
