Creeping along your neck

The sounds do burst

I sit quiet

Waiting, fearing

Deep inside the haunting air

When I hear you call,

The voices silence

And arias begin to still.

Speak softly, my light

We shall find the shade

And bathe ourselves in cold sound

Our icy tomb of music

Will realize

And break us from our prison.

Heartless scream

Wake me from this empty air