Sonatas VII-7 (Dolce Capriccioso) The Faerie Dance Sonata
"Twas the last noon dance of Solstice of this summer's year!",
A faerie chattered, scolding, "We're running out of time, you hear?
There are many things, my dear that you will want to see!"
The faerie and her woodland band compelled and pull-ed me
Along an unknown trail until we came upon
Some fallen faerie trees...