My soul, sung by a tenor.
Those who can hear, vanished
into thin air, by spooks or by
social shunning and wept.
Many can’t hear, few ever do,
mystics are the ones who
stay to listen to singing tenor.
Mystic, I’ve self-produced a
supplication for life on Earth.  
And in can disturb the cosmic
alignment between the layman's
soul and mind. Got one love
for my true mystics.