Hunted down, yet hunter. Without a job, yet constantly working. Do you want my head? Friend, I make you a gift. What is real is you and my love for you. High in the air, unnoticed, this reality rises into a dome I am the Capella! I came and sat in front of you as I would at an altar. Every promise I made before I broke when I saw you. Don’t come to us without bringing music. We celebrate with drum and flute, with wine not made from grapes, in a place you cannot imagine.