a second wail

Musician Haunting (II)

Through these others’ tunes

I cannot hear

The line, the sound

that I would write

My Music; killed, still born

by these that wish to return

Murderers!

My sounds are gone,

Lost to your chant; your wail, your hum

To hear my own again!

I would kill these foreigners

These invaders of my ears.

But they posses no life

And each leaves me, once writ.

One day.

I would hear mine own again.