I adhere
To your wooden frame
Blind and incremental
I strip a molten cloak
From the embers
Of your disenchanted core
What if I were
An aria
Both proud and wild
An aria
That only
Your awkward hands
Could reproduce?
Would you profess me
On that day,
As on all others,
Your muse?
mindlovemisery 
The call of the muse, very eloquently portrayed!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen!
Some wonderful lines in this. Really well done.
Thank you Richard!
You’re welcome 😄
Beautiful sentiments and sentences, I loved the Aria parts 😀
Thank you so much Oloriel =)
“What if I were/An aria/Both proud and wild….”–so vivid and powerful and enchanting. Beautiful piece, thank you.
Thank you Sirena!
ah i would sing it for sure…a wild and free aria…with abandon surely…
Thanks so much Brian!
Ow, wonderful!
Thank you Celestine!
Another masterpiece!
Awww thanks Lisa!
Very powerful and strong expression. Well done. It is beautiful.
Thank you Samina =)
I would sing too. And yes – another masterpiece!
Anna :o]
Thank you Anna =)