Ranting and raving he was drawn into the fire
Crimson flames unfurled around him
The effusive warmth fanned his ire
Yet anger didn’t set him free.
“Look at me” she said, the sound rolling off her tongue
Waves of it cooling his heated blood
Vapours rising as the anger subsided
Cleansing the red to usher in the blue.
It wasn’t her words, but only her lilt
A melody not of this plane.
The sound transformed his inexorable guilt
Easing his heart as well as his pain.