Oh weeping horn and harp

You pull the tears from my eyes

Stored up and stowed away

Like caged lovers disappear


No sunshine, only clouds for days

No, years on end

And cracks that feed the creeping thoughts

That rip between the ends of time


Well paced well thought

Circular frozen moments behind glass

Motionless stare from beneath the ground

Stir the sound


Of timeless beauty

Classic tragedy

Oh no, not me, not this time

Not my beautiful horn in my harp of sorrow.