This is a poem by David Hammond.
Contrasting lonely coldness of the moon
And piercing icy sorrow of the night
Aloft the silent wind, there calls a tune
Enchanting crackles from a fiery lightIts sweet aroma seeps into my eyes
I listen and my heart begins to race
Defenseless to my self-seductive lies
I cast my baggage off and hit the paceThe music flows about my every bound
And crashes like a wave against the shore
I gasp for breath and fight to hear the sound
But dissonance is all it has in storeNothing feeds an ill-conceived temptation
Like the tantalizing stares of isolation