Siren's Song

How shall I know you

   the golden instrument

   held close to my breast 

How shall I play you

   so thy sweet song in release

   be known to me

How shall I need music

   when your heart strings tremble

   my only song

How shall I hear

   when the melody of you 

   mutes all others

How shall I see

   when the image of you 

   commands all thought

How shall I speak

   as our hearts begin

   their silent talks 

How shall I live

   forever changed 

   by the siren's song

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   January 2015