My Syrinx

Pan's lost his pipes,
He wanders dumb.
Unable to find
Word nor song.

Haunted by
The ghost of her.
His love Syrinx
Gone long before.

At night he calls,
By day he cries.
And nevermore
His voice admired.

A tale of woe
This lovers fit.
My Syrinx lips
I've yet to kiss.