lovers wheeze, their breathing shallow,
sorrow now invests their meager fold;
gaslight bubbles, curtains flutter,
cold insinuates and takes a hold.
Misery, but wait, a spark,
a glimmer, and a faith unfurled,
for melodies from unseen places,
voices of a host of angels rise to recreate a world
where hope was lost and joy extinguished.
Music from a higher sphere
will permeate their still-born hearts,
repopulate their barren souls,
give credence to that well-flung dart
that makes two halves a whole.