Songs sang splendidly,

Slaughtered silent solitude,

Sweet sweats slide slowly,

Sighing, sadness shooed!

Lyrical songs, begone

Even before melody began;

For as the letters tell a tale

The music sung an elegy!

You are a Muse, I was amused

Each ink I spill, a binding spell

But you hold a mystic lyre

Which contradicts each song aspired!

Woe to the rivers of amber tears,

Mirrors, supposed, the skies of bliss,

What can we do, what more to say?

For lo! We’re but an unchained melody.

                                                                      ~Adrian F. Luague

                                                                        Philippines