A Phantom Music
A Phantom Music
Music this place, hearts do dance
Hidden your face, beloved phantom of grace
Beloved, your music lays about
Phantom, souls do weave, and your hands mold me
Dear Phantom, music is your home
Bodies sway, nose to neck
Phantom embraces, music his instrument
Enslaved heart, he touches me
In darkness, his music I hear
The phantom lover holds me dear
This poem is about:
Our world