A sea of piano notes swarm about
  his whimsical passings
He is a Man of Tomorrow
  And so the violin hymns are his friends
He counts them one by one
  As such kindred spirits...
As a romantic loving plucks petals,
  She loves me, she loves me not...
Kicking daffodils in pastures of isolation,
  Flying kites in thunderous skies
  
And so he twirls his parasol fastidiously
  about, without a care
He wears his pea coat and sits,
  He ponders upon his pipe dreams
As the world turns, his ivory castle  
  grows higher, walls of innovation
In seclusion, he is a man of many a  
  delusion, hes the entertainer, the Actor

Evergreen thoughts has he, imaginarium
  Lands of Delirium awaits his simple  
  humanity
His vest is tidy, his eyes are a wormhole
  He sits in the space between the clouds
Asking the Man of the Moon what time  
  it is?
He laughs with loyal light, its not quite  
  that time yet my musical man!

His eyes worn, they ache for the warmth   of a handshake, Oh to entertain a kiss
A man of song, A man of sorrow
He is, and always be...a Man full of
  Tomorrows