  
                        "I often look up at the night sky, it seems so peaceful...and I star spot and look for the recognisable constellations, like many of us do. 
                           
                        One time I got thinking, what if the star patterns had other purposes and meanings?  
                        What if the stars were like notes hanging on a gigantic cosmic score...composing a Universal melody of Harmony which effected every living thing on the Earth below? (not sure what I had been digesting at the time!).  
                         
                        Having got that far, I pondered what would happen if this melody was impacted by the many actions of the 'creatures' on the Earth and slowly and unnoticed, the melody/the score, was changed somehow and got more discordant and out of tune/alignment? 
                        This is the narrative basis of the piece...next time you look at the night sky, please give it a thought! 
                         
                        I was very lucky to have the help of the brilliant Nick Magnus on arranging this piece.  
                                                He really made a fantastic job of it
                        and also plays most of the keyboards on the track too!" (Guy)  
                          
                                                Picture by Antonio Seijas  
                         
                        Lyrics 
                         
                         Lying in a forest staring up at the crescent moon 
The canopy above me sways to a cosmic tune,  
as the peppering of stars hangs on a gas plane stave.  
The music is still evolving, waves cascade below 
The harmonies exentuate the rhythm of the flow, 
and all is well on the Earth and all is where it should be.  
                                                Heaven's Song sustains us in our lives 
                        Tuned and moved with comfort of astral night lights  
                                                Walking through the forest with arms outstretched 
                        My fingers brush the ferns and the dew falls fresh 
                        Brushed away it drops and clings to the waiting moss below 
                        And the cycle is repeated from the Sun to the floor,  
                        Following a crafted melody as it has for all of Time before 
                        We wake and we sleep under the guide of stars on a spacial score. 
    
                        But modern progress overflows  
                        and the song is somehow altered and discord grows 
                        Man vs. man in this crowded biosphere of choking disharmony 
                        Nature bows defenseless against the new distorted order, 
                        Where self-interest feeds and chaos expands its border 
                      Changing the theme - changed for evermore   |