Kate Bush

You have crafted your name onto my heart
in letters of gold and calligraphy.
Your words and voice making for perfect art;
that has possessed my soul entirely.

I surrender to your aoidic charms.
From old recordings you grab and take hold.
When you are near I fear for my heart's harm;
my compass starts spinning out of control.

The record turning like an antique ghost
and I am haunted dancing all alone
in an empty ball, a toast to the host;
lost with you in the trees behind my home.

Searching for magic, you sing the answer;
spinning, spinning like an elfin dancer.