These black keys are singing so sweetly

Just to me.

Now shouldn't I feel special

That I'm lost in their psychotic trance?

A guitar moans so soothingly

And somewhere above, a helicopter hovers.

They sing about a girl

Who has lost her reality.

She's

Psychotic

They

Say-

Sing.

They're singing.

When they fade away, a new voice lifts.

Wailing so sadly,

So dreamy

Sleepy.

Inviting.

What do they mean when they say

They want a closer view?

Maybe

This girl has entranced them, too.

They're summoning her

With their milky voices that cry

So quietly.

They want her.

Need her.

And then, she reveals herself.

Her voice is like lace.

And she sings back to them with delicate groans

Of such sadness.

Shades of purple wrap around her

Fragile body.

They pulse and writhe around her.

Protection.

And I see her.

She is a fire under the rolling waves

Of the ocean.

She cannot be

But she is.

Her skin is like glowing embers.

Her hair is the mane of a mighty lion.

Her eyes are dripping with the foam of the sea.

And they

See

Her,

Too.

They intertwine

As a drum beats out a rythmn for them.

They dance together as if they love

But have lost greatly.

Rolling.

Thundering.

Bold.

Power.

Their feet make the earth quake.

Hands.

Lips.

Waist.

Touch.

Passion.

Together, and after so long.

But soon to be apart once more.

They are the wind

I am a rose.

Bending with them.

Though they do not notice I am there.