"Unfinished..."

Reflection....of perfect imperfection...

           Burning, yearning for the song,
             sound is lifting, shifting down.
            All harmonics; poison strong,
             I, who wear a siren's crown.
            
            Hesitant; strained cantata,
             trapped in fragile stone.
            My blood; etched stigmata,
             sings for his, alone...
           

Author's Note

Just do what you do....^^