Sullen echoes call to the blind ear
a tempest of feeling, a whirl of sound.
All feel the power of the voice,
the raw talent that lies there,
now focused directly at their souls.
I want to hear that song again
the sadness of it, the longing.
Such music wells up my body, shivers come.
Latched onto my heart, a demon's grip.
The beauty runs through me, changed.
It echoes.