Music And Poetry

Lord Apollo, I’m like a lost man Who has suffered the worst defeat, The forever disappearance of his daughter; I’m drunk from the cup of sorrow and praying To your poetic heart of music to return my happiness again. I’ve visited your shrines And lit candles in the night sacrosanct, I’ve tried to capture innocence and beauty Like a child in the sunlight. I spend so many days adrift in weeping And walking the loveless streets Searching for my soul Abandoned to a woman’s heart. I need a new song, Lord Apollo, And I’ll relinquish everything else I’ve known, I seek the solace of oblivion.