The Vocalist

Your melody,
has lit the lamp
child of the gandharva.

Though;
only a firefly
amidst, the engulfing gloom.

That reserved for the gods
now before this meek creature.

What more am I
than a vagabond
that for this music,
wandered.

Alas!
How momentary,
It fades to nothingness,
and life returns
to monotonous torture