Far from the world, poetic magic intoxicates him:
for him beautiful verses are the whole world.
Fantasy has built for her songster
a strong house of the spirit that destiny cannot shake.
You may say, "Life is cold and futile. It is folly to think that life consists of the pleasant sounds of a flute and nothing else." or, Hard insensibility lashes the one who was never wracked by the pain of the struggle of life".
But your judgement is delusion and injustice. His Nature is divine.
Judge not in your logical blind sickness.
The walls of his house are of magic emerald-
and voices within them whisper, "Friends, be quiet;
meditate and sing. Be of good heart mystic apostle!"