Metamaniac
If you listen *really* carefully in the dead of night, you may just hear a soft maniacal laughter in the wind; accompanied through the air by a gust sourced from an organ most powerful- weaving a tale of dense contrapuntal harmony so *devious* that you can't help but crack a small- wry smile, and laugh to yourself as well.
That's me, sorry.
No- I will *not* keep it down.