Masked under the Bucket covered in a mystery, from toe to head there's an immortal artist up on that stage wailing away sailing through playing magical soundscapes and creating oceans of greatness with unchained fury and machine-like accuracy Doesn't matter what name he goes by cause his true identity will always lie within his countless music that are timeless and filled with magic The human form will vanish in time but the artist will remain alive in his melancholic notes and in all of his musical scores Even after a thousand years you can still find him playing with his heart and fire and creating dreamy electric elixir cause true art symbolizes it's creator and makes the artist live forever.