She sat upon the stage
And wove magic with the keys
Stroking old remembrances
With wonderous melodies.

And her voice, angelic mounting
Filled the quiet air,
Quieting the pathways
Of Reason's brash loud glare.

And my quiet dreams unfolded
As her song began its life
From birth with mourning cries,
To joy from vanquished strife.

Her melodies twined above me,
Cast shadows on my mind
Dancing light of music
On her words, soft velvet-lined

Beneath her foil of dancing notes
Deep darkness mine did fall,
Beneath the music's shower,
I heard her minstrel call.