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Orpheus … received

A gift from a god

A Lyre made of gold

His fingers like feathers

On silvered string

Trees leaned like tethered

Just to listen close

Even cold granite

Forgot to be stone

Eurydice … a river

Laughing through laurel

Bare feet in clover

Hand on my wrist

Then a small whisper

A snake in the grasses

One sharp answer

Venom and hiss

Death's final kiss

Eurydice …

I sang the world open

Made the dead remember the sun

Every gate gave way to my singing

Every shadow loosened and spun

But I turned (I turned)

To prove you were breathing

And I burned (I burned)

What the darkness had earned

Eurydice

Eurydice

I … Orpheus … turned

In the depth where the night

Is a heart made of thunder

Down where the rivers

Run backward in ash

Faces like smoke

On a throne made of blunder

"Play for me …

Singer …

And walk where none pass"

I played your laughter

It cut like a sword

I braided your name

Through every chord

My heels on obsidian

My eyes on the exit

Her soul felt stygian

I had to look back …

Eurydice …

I sang the world open

Made the dead remember the sun

Every gate gave way to my singing

Every shadow loosened and spun

But I turned (I turned)

To prove you were breathing

And I burned (I burned)

What the darkness had earned

Eurydice

Eurydice

I … Orpheus … turned

"One step

Two steps

Breathe deep

Breathe hollow

Woahhhh…

Woahhhh…

Woahhhh…

Do not look back

Your heart beats so loud

Do not turn!

(My silence shouts:

We will burn!)"

So I broke the law

Of the god of the border

For one stolen glance

At the ghost of your face

You were there …

Then you weren’t …

Only void murmuring your name

Only me and …

My unspoken blame

Eurydice …

I sang the world open

(But I could not open your cage)

All my songs were lost in a cavern

(Falling)

(Failing)

Swallowed by age

Because I turned (I turned)

To prove you were breathing

And I learned (I learned)

How a heart really burns

Eurydice

Eurydice

Ohohohoh … Orpheus turned

Now trees stand silent

When I touch the lyre

Wolves keep their distance

Stones do not cry

I sing your name

In a tongue of resistance

Until even my shadow …

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