Bow tie, tux and tails
Striped pants and pointy shoes
He taps his baton
Strikes a pose and no one moves
Not a word, not a sound
Not one floutist's peep
Until his hand guides them all
The shepherd leads his trusting sheep
Into the music, which leaps and swirls
As does his baton
The conductor is amazing
This guy's got it going on
His hair shakes as he moves
As the music reached its peak
It was so beautiful
That a tear ran down my cheek
He orchestrated everything
And didn't even speak