Sing

A cryptic hum reverberating
From the stolid lips
Of one who desires to perfect
Their imperfections abating.
So it is my shadow dredges
Towards the song that requires
Polishing around jagged edges.
Giving all and revealing the unseen
A price paid unaware as I begin
To tear away your flesh
Laying bare a soul that begins to gleam.
Through trial and error I grant
That innermost wish that called me
As who you were no longer remains
No different than any gardener
Not all seeds are bad
That I plant.
Subsumed by my dance of chaos
Refined you are now as the shell
Falls away revealing your truest self
Is all that I have taken away
A loss?
I thought not.