She whispered in your ear,
Of such fantastical things,
Keeping all her promises,
The nightingale who sings.
In chorus with imagination,
And the rhythms of your heart –
Singing is a delicate skill –
But voice her choice of art.
Pinball wizards, descending clouds,
Her joyful alchemy,
And all the lovers listening,
To these lost symphonies –
Now you are her prisoner –
Your song still flying free,
Promises that Angels make,
And fulfilment of a dream.
Voice of the Nightingale
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