It lures her into its own alien depths. She cannot possess the vision that drives her mad. She can neither regain the past, nor free herself from its spell. The memories that haunt her belong to somebody else. Beauty lies in the eyes of another's dreams.
Beauty lies lost in another's dream.
No song has the power to recover such a dream. No song can compensate for loss. No song can bridge the gap between one person and another. Its words, like its sounds, are forever incomplete. Beauty is not a recompense for anything that has been lost.