Crawling out from his deep and dark hole,
He beckons to one he hopes to exist.
Hearing nothing, his is a lonely soul.
His single eye, longing to pierce the mist.
Once within, now without; shedding shadows.
Out his cavernous maw escapes a note.
More out of curiosity and how
He wanders than from his thin, lonely coat
Of solitude and silence. Quarantine
Does not become him he will realize.
There is a greater apex so pristine,
Its beauty will draw out tears from his eye.
He will open up his ears, he will hear,
Music so fair, no longer will he fear.
Special thanks to my brother Jesse for drawing this and allowing me to use it here. 🙂