Ha! I imagine you having written this in a haze of illicit stimulation :>) A good score in concert with enhanced acoustics can orchestrate a harmonious, if ephemeral ambience :>)

Great analogy. Brilliantly composed. Life will continue until the Conductor's baton comes down in final beat.

We are handed this fiddle, this riddle called life and told to strum until we can figure out its rhythm and its mystery, the duality of which is beyond our ken to ever figure in my opinion, But, oh the joy and delight of such ever remaining thus, a mystery. Ultimately and as I strum, I don't want to know who the magician is or how he does his tricks, only that they amuse and thrill me beyond belief. And so until I am called home, I will enjoy the strum for as long as I can and I am certain when the strumming is done, I will enjoy its antithesis, silence, as much. Silence, the eternity of which is quite the trick to accomplish, however great the magician be.

Really love this, and the last two lines sum up the poem nicely!