My Angel of Music
Aura Thundera
deonii@yahoo.com
Forgive me my forbidden thoughts
For I am the least of your followers
I cannot sing or play the guitar
In your memory, as others do.
You are my angel of muisc
You are melody embodied.
As Eric with Christine, you put
The melodies of heaven
Into my humble world.
You are a master, a genius
A soul full of music, elegant
You are my angel of music,
You are my muse unchained.
Your low, breathy voice,  captured
Upon a disk, unchanged starlight
Entrapped in a recording you made
Your voice gives joy to me.
Long dark hair, feathery about
Your lovely rounded face, tan skin
Exotic hazel eyes, dark fringed
The perfection of music within
Has created a perfection of looks.
A two-faced angel, winged Janus
Satin-spangled staged god
Singing alone with a guitar,
Creating melodies that speak to me
This is your first face, the first truth
Velvet-vested, your second face
A smoky-voiced neighbor boy
Innocent heartthrob to the world
The second truth contradicts the first.
An amazing dichotomy, catastrophe,
An inexplicable doubled identity
Your dreams create one self
Obligations, create another face
You were chained to one frail vessel,
Kept afloat on your voice that sings
Sings out songs of obligation
And your soul yearned to break away
Free from the velvet chains
And the identity of obligation
And without obligation, you sank away
Out of the sight of the world
And my Angel's wings were clipped.
Oh, your wings were clipped,
And your melody spiraled into the dark.
Trapped in Paul Simon's hell,
A world where no one listens,where none
Can hear the joy your voice brings.
You rise again, phoenix from the ashes
The ashes of a lesser bird, the very
The partridge your critics roasted,
And my Angel ascends once more
You ride on wings of song and light.
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