I only knew the verses
You sang the whole piece
in an opera house of mirrors
whose lights that of kings,
I but a lowly pauper pray -
at least hear one of your notes
You but walked out graciously
the theatre you brought me whole,
"I never asked for any of this"
Shy bespoke bowed down, I say,
You lift my head with your hands
"You are worth it, all the way."
- e.j.l | when once I used to hope















