Lyra

Sirens, ships, snakes and leaves

Sadness, songs, strings, and grief

Footprints of a soul revered by the gods

Ghost past the underworld, music halts

Whispers echo in that cave

Wait, wait, wait-

A faint light, gleaming in the dark

A haunting voice taunts from afar

Omens, prophecies, rivers, and dreamy, numbered days

Forests, nymphs, secrets and drunken, maenadic disarray

Melodies float down the streams of Heberus

And wash him away to the lands of Lesbos

Orpheus keeps reaching

For the light of his life

Playing his lyre

Up in the skies

Stars fall like snowflakes

A symphony of their own

Lyra, the name of the constellation

Is his home.