I thought it best, seeing Noto sitting there, so heavy, even hefty-hearted,
no more laboratory, no more scientific apparatus from the university,
no to more electricity as supplied by his inventive comrades.
He could be complaining about Siberia, about working outside in Moscow winters,
or that prison camp in Germany, but he's all about just wanting to build something.
No talk from me about Clan Watt, what happened to Adam Beck, could console him.
When I told him even Niagara Falls is falling, being diverted to create diversions for the world,
that made him look up and listen.
So we took off, and went to Niagara Falls, so he could see for himself.
After what he's been seeing, hearing, and listening to all his life,
he was truly surprised to find out for himself,
that birds don't fly over the rainbow, they fly around the bottom,
and now, you can walk on the American side of the river-bed of Niagara Falls.
I understand Noto, when he wanted to avoid suspicion, suspicions that are now in Ontario,
so we went under the cover of darkness, with my tiny spy camera.
I truly can't imagine the joy, of creating new, scientific symphonic instruments,
said to be the loudest and most toneful in the world, writing perfect music,
for a perfect opera, having a royal first performance, all to end in loss of lives and great destruction.
Noto, Noto, no, how could you have known, and if there is fault, it wasn't all your own.
Who could have thought, it took a bassoon, alto flute, oboe, and saxophone passage,
to raise it all up, only to bring it all down?