Who are you,

To know the workings of my heart

          and the secret language of my soul?

What manner of man are you

To speak to guardian angels,

To breathe life when one is resigned to die?

I don't know whether to resist you,

Or be drawn into the long darkened chambers

Of my inner self…

places you have challenged me to explore.

You ask me to sing a song

The world turned away from.

If I do,

will you be around to hear it?

'Tis not my heart you are dealing with

this time.

It is my essence.