Wrenched from a tune

I pull out my heart, no longer beat deep,

see it pulse and quiver a mass of red,

and now I await to fall into sleep,

I breathe and I shudder I am not dead.

I wrench out only for you all my love,

see it shine and glitter, dancing for joy,

pulled from my heart it flutters like a dove,

fragile and precious its more than a toy.

I string forth a song with undying tune,

based on emotion both dark and so bright,

like a delicate flower watch it bloom,
gayer than even the angels can write.

Without heart or love can song live on?

Nay, like a soft whisper it has all gone.