From Just a Dream:

He Sits

He sits
Alone he sits sadly     playing his mandolin
a sad song his red eyes sing growing louder stronger more moving
his hand plucks   his eyes cry   his mouth sings a love song to his soul
he loved her   they went too fast   his soul seemed to love him back
their love made love
then she ran away   he has no soul to chase her with
the strings snap one by one leaving red welts       on his forearm
still the music he plays     the song his empty eyes sing
grows stronger louder and more moving
(I his only witness begin to cry)
his stringless mandolin wails the love song of his lost soul
his arms bleed   his eyes pour the song
stops
flames burst from within the mandolin
and burn his hands