You hear a rather simple tune

A feeling like it sings your soul

And when you deign to whisper,,

A thousand diamonds beneath your feet

A while ago you had been thinking

Subtle things, the light of day

While you try to find the singing

Of voices hidden in the weeds

You don't know where you want to go

You don't know what you want to see

And all the while the singing,

The singing of the weeds

You don't know why the melody

Makes you feel so dark inside

And the moment that they know-

You can't hide

The time when you decide to tell

is as simple as it seems;

The question is, wherewithal?

a ribbon in the heath

You keep on hearing the melody

You feel so dark inside

And when they finally find you out

You can't! you can't! deny

It's a mystery- why you can't see

the voices that you hear

a syzygy, opposite! alike;

buried among the seeds

It's such a haunting melody

A curse you chose to bear;;

a snapped branch, a hidden room

they're here! They're here! THEY'RE HERE!

WRITTEN SEPTEMBER 18, 2014