She hears music.
Coming from nowhere, filling up everywhere.
A ghost of a phantom
whispers in her ear
“Let the music take you;
let the words free you”.

It waits like a shroud,
Misty, comforting and open,
For her caveat-less submission.
Insistent soft etherical tendrils
take her to the source.

She feels music.
Coming from everywhere, filling up nowhere.
A voice of a Goddess
Whispers in her ear
“Let the girl take you;
let the woman free you”.