Buried

In the abyss of this cave
her music is my light, my movie.

Her visions sing, minding me
in my memory, a valley of duets.

Darkness plagues me like a dirge
and yet I hear the notes to note

she is my concert here;
her songs comfort me

I fear not the thunder above
nor tremble, for
I’m her bass note
and she’s my treble

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