Canto of a Windless Choir

[theguitargod]

A ghost of muttered voices
Sweeps across the wind
I cant tell if i'm coming back 'round
Or slipping back in
I've been here before...
I've seen this place...
And I'll make it out this time.
The haze stops me blind...
A note bends through the trees...
And I think I see a light.