Gravenimage

We met that night, when the sea ran high.

And I craved for more of that nearlove experience.

Those who the music hath then joined together, are now put asunder....

Remember me, when

I lit the fire.

To keep us warm.

On a cold winter morning.

Now I pass through the moment.

Can I still recognize a beautiful melody...

I play a note, but hear no sound.

Have I lost my love or the wings

I found. When

I was young... ...and eager to please anyone who had time...

Needed to sing, the very notes

I heard. Had to stay in the shadows and seek for the loneliness.

Nevertheless, the price was higher than

I had realized.

I was to live alone, ready to make the sacrifice.

Was I in love with you...

My old heart, little harder again.

Once the light goes out, everything ends.

It is time...ready to cause a scene, ready to make the sacrifice.

Ready to play the note, ready to end the final show.

The only thing

I know. The pain is here.

To stay I fear.

In my eyes.

I can change one note and make you cry.

In this state of mind.

Silence is a crime.

How can life be so feigned and cold.

I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly.

Did I find the answers to all my questions.

Or a gravenimage of me...

If I found the hidden fountain.

Drank the wisdom from its deep.

Would I have the time to save me.

Would I have them both to keep.