Cold stone walls and iron bars
Bolted door that shut I fear
And through despair, torment and weeping
A solitary note came muffled, seeping
Into dankest chamber feared
To greet a person small and scared.

Singular becomes a flock
That travel through cold stone and rock
Each note so pure it rings out clear
Greeting them an eager ear
In darkness gloom that overwhelms
The golden notes dispel the fear.

The naked torso lays still. Limp
Waiting for each note, each glimpse
Of the life beyond these walls
To each note he longs to call
But he cannot , he’s gagged and tied
His hope is gone, his spirit died.

Below the notes keep ringing strong
String on string, throng on throng
they seep into each crack and hole
to fortify those who cower and crawl
and he that leys dejected, whipped
closely searching each note he keeps.

In his mind he holds them tight
they nurture his hope and fuel his fight
the lightest song in darkest night
the captive dreams of days un-feared
the smell of food the air that’s clear.

And so he listens in terror filled cold
He waits until the tale is told
And still he longs to call, to shout
His eyes are shut, his fire’s damp
Behind closed lids the spirit’s kindled
the song that’s sung, his will re-lifted.

The purest notes of loyal friend
Strength of mind
They’ve torn his flesh with iron whips
Branded his flesh with their finger tips
Dampened his spirit with malice cold
And yet song rekindles all that’s old.

The song of the living world
Stirs his mind, spirit and soul
Rescue alone cannot fill the hole
Where once in warmth his spirit dwelt
He’s waited long in deep despair
Soon he’ll be freed by ancient notes.

The song shakes the hearts of the fell
Can shatter bonds that hold the soul
Each seeping note rings loud and clear
It wakes the fire long drenched out
And breaks all binds of doubt
The song of hope that rings out loud.