In the valley of the desert
He finds the music box
And half buried toys, chairs
Once was
And now echoes laughter

His fear
Now as he moves deeper
into the basin he sees
their eyes their sounds

But relent, his goggles, his mask, his face obscured and hidden

Centuries of the invisibles
Take refuge in being
a shadow a gust
an imaginary thing

And they hear something
familiar?
He is a spirit who watches
From the mountaintop
surrounded by what he
has only deemed beautiful

Take refuge in being
a mute, distant shadow