• A constellation comet
    A supernova star
    Who knew your fingers
    Coming close as angels breath
    Upon the strings of your guitar
    Could weave a magic circle
    Where music and beauty live
    Wouldn't you rather be by my side,
    Weaving for me instead?
    Letting our eyes exchange silent secrets
    Stay, please don't leave
    I wish to catch you
    And hold you like the ocean
    I wish to command you
    As the goddess of your needs
    Yet I smile as your fans scream.
    Your world is so close yet, so far from mine
    So dangerous but, so much your own
    You may leave, go play for them
    Let them see the you I have been shown