I am not much into music, but I know

Human life is cyclic
what goes, comes around
we all have observed the snows melt,
gorge down rivers and streams
then take flight as invisible,
as invisible can be
and
then reach for the sky and back
to the hills, home,
that's why after so many years
so many have called me
an incarnation
a bard and so on
now perhaps Maestro .
How I wish I were one,
even a trace would do
but all that I now can say
is I adore you.