Buried (Draft 3)

Buried (Draft 3)

In the abyss of this cave
her music is my light, my film.

The visions of her sing for me,
caressing me in my memory,
a valley of duets.

Darkness plagues me like a dirge
yet I hear the Siren notes
to note her love haunting.

She is my concert here;
her songs comfort me

I am not afraid of thunder
nor of shaking, and still
I am her bass note in visions
and she is my coloratura

If my love comforts me
here from fright, say I :

Let there be light;
I will sing.