As is the tendancy with most popular (as in style, not in fan-support) artits, I have made a foray into a more "classical" (read: serious) field of the art. Oh, Lemon, I am only doing this so that the first of my "out-of-retirement" tours will sell out from Ashtan to Shallam. Here is the work entitle "One". In speaking with the scholar, Damaris, though, I have found that the great composers assigned numbers to their poems. Some proceeded it with the word "Opus", others with letters. So I use H...

One
We are
One yet seperate
As we draw closer
I fear us growing apart
The times we've had were magical
But can the magic remain?
I feel the lonliness
And know that
I am
One

(editors note: this poem is in no way and indication of Hamel's current, happy marriage. So don't go jumping to conclusions. -ed.)

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 248 AF.