I've set this poem to music but never recorded it. It features two voices singing one syllable at a time and chasing each other in a slow, lazy, wave-like way around the scale, if you can imagine such a thing. It seems to me that any song sung by a siren or mermaid would have to be almost hypnotic in quality to have the powers imbued it by mythology.
Meet me in the moonlight under the stars where the waves break their lonely hearts into foam on the sand meet me where the dawn slips into the east like a ring from a lover's future let me see the heavy burden on your sweet brow Meet me down the darkest path I'll show you my own morning my own day
My love, aspire to glory Tragedies come to those who strive For virtue honour pride The price is not to high to pay For glorious defeat
Meet me in the moonlight under the stars where the waves break their lonely hearts into foam on the sand meet me where the dawn slips into the east like a ring from a lover's future let me see the price on your sweet head paid for suffering Meet me down the darkest path I'll show you my own morning my eternal day
I can show you what love can be I've been training for this moment through all of history
