Saturday, August 9, 2008.

Hear the song,

Listen to it,

Feel its pain, everything,

Every note, says its sorrow.

Listen carefully, how careless was it,

How much it regrets,

Listen to it,

Listen carefully,

Let it enter your heart,

Feel it, and you will know, how i felt.

Now let the song begin, open your heart, close your eyes, and listen.

It grieves, it cries. For the lost of the beloved one.

The song plays in harmony,

Along with their tears, their sorrows, their pain.

It continues, it does not stop, it will not stop.

Their cries and their pain will not be heard, their shouts of their sorrows, their feelings.

The thunder sounds, the rain hits the back of them, the violin stands and plays.

For them, and only for them alone.

The piece piercing through them with every note, every octave, every breath, every heartbeat.

When will their sorrow be heard?

When will their wish be granted?

When will everything be finally be put to an end?

When will they be able to rest in peace, to be at one, and to go together?

The winds blow softly, the piece entering into the chorus.

Their cries are louder, their tears dropped to the ground, mixing with the soil along with the rain.

Their soul’s tainted and sorrowed.

They grab one another, trying hard not to fall.

Silently, they watch the violin.

With every note,

It cries beautifully,

Every tear, every breath, every note, and every sound it makes.

It is heard clearly,

Its mistake, it’s grieve, it’s sorrow, its regret.

It shouts louder,

Every note rising higher,

Its feelings stuns them with its beauty and sorrowness.

The feelings deep,

The love and the hate.

The regret and the sorrow.

The chorus ends,

The pace is slower, its sadness heard.

Cries goes along with the notes,

Making it louder and higher, it plays, carries on playing.

They stop, breaking down, unable to carry on any further.

In the storm,

Only the violin stands playing beautifully,

In the heavy rain,

Only the violin cries,

In the strong winds,

Only the violin is shouting,

Slowly, the piece is ending,

The violin slowly bids its last goodbye,

Carefully and slowly,

It vanishes, into the darkness, and beyond it, will it join with its beloved one.

The crying violin, the grieving piano, the dying cello.

All will be joined, together and forever.

{ 3:23 PM }