A trance does your mien melt into
As the song spins itself anew,
The notes tracing your mind;
You grasp for them like one gone blind.

Follow the caress of my voice.
Release the siren's hold and rejoice.
Let me guide the way,
Setting those streaming tears at bay.

Yet you linger in its grasp,
The song slithering through like an asp,
Flooding your soul with sorrow,
Sending you to a place I fail to know.

If only I may silence the melody,
Transcending your life unto serenity,
Then the universe would become our domain.
Not a soul would whisper of your bane.

Still, it graces the length of your throat,
Clinging to it-
Until the final note.