The Phantom of Music
In sleep he sings to me
In dreams he comes
The voice which guides me
The voice which retrains me
The phantom of music is there
inside my mind
inside my heart
inside my body
that voice which calls to me
whispering to me "i love you"
and yet restraining me in his hands
chaining me down with his iron grasp
can i escape it?
do i dare try?
the sound that once inspired my voice
is now hindering me from leaving
He is there the phantom of music
beware all that have music in their soul.
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