To the Neighborhood Singer

Like mourning Arwen, she sings of old worlds and lost love
A certain melancholy which no word can capture
As the cacophony of the world wanes
The cold night awakens to listen to her song

Oblivious to the world around her, she sings to lonely stars
And to chained souls bound to their own illusions
Her ethereal voice clears the clouds over the moon
And even in the harsh winter remind flowers to bloom

And one wonders, what is this life
Nothing but someone's song , someone's tune
We all live and die , never knowing what it means
As long as someone remembers us and sings