Poetry

Music's Silent Patron

by

Claire Casey

An Angel that haunts
the peace of my dreams,
calling me to follow;
Leave the light of day behind.
Music fills the inviting darkness,
wrapping me in a warmth
that before was unknown.

The light from candles flicker,
allowing the shadows to dance,
except for the silhouette
that stands watching,
waiting, pulling me to him.
In his world of darkness,
beyond the reach of man,
my soul soars
under the watchful gaze
of music’s silent patron.

The light of day comes,
waking me from that dream
as my Angel vanishes
into the fleeing night.
I wait, patiently,
for the coming of night,
for that voice to again sing
from the depth of his soul.
My life is now his,
I have become the mask that he wears.