Sitar siren song,
Weave your spell—
Hypnotic—
The trance sets in.
Shed my skin—
No longer shamed
By sin—
Notes and time
twang into one—
No reality but Brahman.
The haze burns off
The bright sun.
Nightfall rises
Upon us all.
Shadow souls shifted—
Illusion has been lifted,
Deceit is on the run;
And the music—
Never done.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 12, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of you already heard this when I soft-released it here and shared the lyrics back in October 2025. Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Never done? Never finished, says..... we knows 'em, P & Co. Never finished what? Don't answer that! lol.
LOL! You that mother's glugger (hehe) will never stop! LOL! Swoon city!
If it was here in October saw it. A seductive siren is always welcome. A fun read Tristan who would not shed their skin for a siren?
Me.
Well there are some
Soren, beautifully said. Indeed. The siren isn’t danger here so much as permission…to shed, to dissolve, to be remade. You caught that balance of seduction and release perfectly. Thank you for walking into it with me. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
Seduction never a danger by itself to be a danger there must be ill intent. A lovely write Tristan
Precisely! 💯
It's all about the music, soulful and mystical, uninhibited.
It's the trip we all want to be on at some point in our lives.
Paul, that really means a lot. You named the heart of it…the surrender to sound, the uninhibited pull that carries you somewhere truer. I’m grateful you felt that journey, my friend. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
It's easy to be no longer ashamed when it gets so so tempting... But when the bright sun leaves, and we're left in the cold night, there's no more comfort, and no more brightness.
🥷, your response echoes the risk inside the trance itself. The freedom feels pure in the moment…but aftermath always asks its own questions. I value how thoughtfully you sat with that, dearest poet and friend. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
I heard Quasar stars emit music! Tolkien wrote about it, too.
"No longer shamed by sin." Love it!
Mutley, beautifully spotted. Cosmic music, Tolkien’s creation-song, and that release from shame all braid together here. The idea that sound itself restores what guilt fractures is right at the heart of this poem. Thank you, my friend. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
A transcendental trance I can almost experience through your words, Tristan. The sitar was certainly in my head as I read it. I'm back in the sixties.
Dave, beautifully put. A trance you can almost step into, sound rising before meaning…that’s exactly the space I hoped to open as I wrote it under a tree literally listening to a live sitar player and drummer jam out together. Felt very 60's indeed. I’m grateful you traveled there with it, my friend. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
And the music never done, I find the best lyrics are the ones written from the soul, and here your soul comes out fighting! 🌹
Dearest Teddy, that really hits home. Writing from the soul is the only way I know how to do it…and knowing you felt that fight in here means everything, seriously. Thank you for that, dear poet and friend. 🎶🕉️🔥🙏
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