• A tune like rain whispers softly in my ear
    It grasps my heart with curious fear
    I sweep along the marble halls

    Not knowing where it resides within these walls
    It pulls me close and spins me round
    Calling like a belling hound

    My soul rings
    My heart sings
    As I lower to the ground

    A hand reaches for me without a sound
    Carried I am to a table round
    White with lace like spider web

    I am laid upon my bed
    Eyelids slide slowly closed
    Leaving me and my thoughts unexposed

    While a tune plays softly in my head
    Grasping my soul even though I am dead