The Will to Be
"Who, finding one very valuable pearl, went away and sold all that he had and bought it."
--Matthew 13:46
The music's siren bands wrap around my heart
Bonding and binding me within its ecstatic embrace
I sacrifice all to its insatiable beat
Knowing nothing but the pleasure of its grace
Odysseus I am not
Immortal paragon of the iron will
I rip the fetters from my hands
Throw aside the mast to kneel
Between my soul and the artists enraptured visage
Bondage and penury await perhaps
A lifetime's cold absence my only reward
But the pleasure of smile and sparkling eyes
Sustains my fiery soul and bids the hounds of hell course on
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