lute and lyre, pluck my strings to sing your tune
let your gentle voice cascade and fill the air
your fingers strum, your talent a boon
each word flowing off your tongue like a prayer

enchanted by the divine grace of your harp
let slackened strings release a crystalline sound
your gaze pierces the mundane, like arrows it is sharp
listening to the magic of your notes, we are forever interwound

in a chariot across the sky, i look down to see you, my muse
stuck longing for you, is this my tragedy?
untouchable in your beauty, you are a vision my heart cannot deny
your radiance blinds me, my love and sorrow fuse.
​​to lose you to mortal means is fate’s cruel melody
for i am bound to heaven, while you on earth fly
your music soothes, yet i cannot bear this reality

i hear you now in the song of the birds, a divine epiphany
your music tugs at the strings of my sunlight heart like a bewitching symphony