Alight my candles within; I am a dark old church with an old *****. Peeling splinters of old wood, Echoing haunts where old stood. Can you hear a monotonous symphony? No, listen closely, I’m resonating polyphony That I could and can still play.
When you alight my candles within The chamber illuminates and warms your skin. The once faded paintings dance colorfully And I recite for you my heart. Because when I am aglow, Brightened with the love I need to start, Nothing could quiet my song But being alone once more in the dark.
I don’t know why my usual imagery for these things are dark empty rooms with musical instruments, but at least it’s a bit more light (get it) and positive than the last.