Anthem

My breath quits,

I will not resist.

You are the ghost who whispers into my ears

Who propels my pen 

    in every prose that I write.

And the melody 

    in every sonata that I play.

You drove the winds that made me swoon

By birth, 

My death, 

My rapture  --- 

My every cathartic heartbeat in between.

The unassuming, UNKNOWING, unnatural force

     that swept me from the tide.

My Haute Monde of villains

     who made me unmask and pour out

All the darkest colors into

     These paintings that I cast.

Wind my key, 

I am ever willing

To paint a thousand new pictures of you!