I sang the lullaby
of your sonata
Composed on torn, dirty sheet
Through agonized notes
your story echoed
Along those painful beats
Grand symphony
Ethereal euphony
Such perfect harmony
of a self-written elegy
For there came misery
You turned into a dead melody
The piano wept
with your sorrow
Your hands are blistered
Still you strum the guitar
Anthem of the wicked
Music for the damned
Thou art ill-fated
Hast it finally dawned?
Back in the room, those gloomy corner
I saw the shadow of the weary composer
A tear rolled down my cheek
as I stare at the blank paper
Your music resonates no more
It was the silence of the zither...
