As the violinist pulls his bow across my heart,
the angel of music masquerades inside my mind
and my fears waltz with the phantom.
I travel slowly, confused, across the floor,
twisted every way with sadness.
Taking my seat, I dream,
wishing you were somehow here again,
but you think of me no more.
I have passed the point of no return.
I have been enveloped by madness.
