I really liked this poem. It was interesting how you imposed structure on it, as a freeverse poem - 'the child's __ight' at the beginning of each verse, the list of verbs as the second to last line of each verse, etc. I always like seeing that.

I like the juxtaposition of music and the abuse/neglect Harry suffered in the first verse, the claustrophobia of what he's gone through nearly (but not entirely) smothering Harry's song. The language here was very interesting, too - 'a sullen verse of happenstance', 'the noise of passing years.'

The second verse actually reminded me a lot of OOTP and Harry's anger during that book. I love the 'clash' in the second line - it almost seems to reverberate through the next two lines, with the crackling, seething, raging and the shuddering beacon. The imagery here works so well, too - I have vivid pictures in my mind. The only thing that tripped me up slightly was charged with the accent mark - it's kind of an interesting choice. I'm not entirely sure why it was made there, though, despite my love of archaic usages...

I'm not sure entirely what the last verse is getting at, either. Is it the hunt for the Hallows (treasure turned to dust by the centuries)? Or is this going metaphorical again, speaking of maybe an unhappy aftermath for Harry (or the hollowness of Voldemort)?

(Possibly reading in things that make sense. Beginning to feel like an English teacher :P I am curious, though). Either way the imagery persists here, and I like the personification of the trunk (part of the reason I think metaphor over Hallow hunt).

All in all I enjoyed this poem and found it fit the song title very well.