The House of Music

Standing affront at the fiery globe

It’s skin an unbearable heat

It’s voice thundering and howling

I am but a child to know to defeat

Without a weapon I am helpless to be

Yet wait! I hark I have heard something amidst

Faint and distant sounds are rendering an augmentation

The bewailing has a low and a shrilling voice

Together creating some song; some melody of poise

I have survived among the red giant for some time

I have learned to not let my ears hear no more the blight

I have chosen to listen to the tones in my mind

In nothingness I have closed my eyes

There seems be bliss here since

All songs heard from joy to lament