Wherefore art thou, my bird?
Thou didst call me to fly
When I could not, and
Mine wings were clipped
Thou dost little realise
My path and yours are one
The stars doth shed tears
At our anguish and pangs
Lucifer, as thou hurtled down
From thy seraphic abode
How didst thou feel?
Didth thou protest too much?
Why doth Venus amerce me so?
What hath been my crime
But to speak as she so bade me?
The bitterns doth loom on high
I claimeth not my innocence
Merely my right to the grail
Eloi Eloi, lama sabachthani
Thy woof doth destroy my tapestry
Herald Cherubim, as thou doth hark
I resonate the lower notes of thine song
In A Minor, I exist
The chord of sadness in the rapture
