Songs floating , through hollow spaces,
echoing mildly,they bring this life back...

I welcome you...
I welcome you...

Making Death
Amble into the unlit room...

I remember you said life is a song
I wrote all those songs about us and the spring...

Burn,
as the stars move across the sky...

Like notes on a piano,
Like songs, from the conch in her hand...

The music singes my soul
but it doesn't burn me out...

Bathed in moonlight, blissful shimmer,
swishing, silently, as gentle as the breeze...

Voyeur's rage
I heard your moans through the wall...