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