Trailing my fingers on cold keys
I let drunken eyelids fall in easeSpilling around lovely melodies
I crave the magic to never ceasePlaying million colours in mind
Black 'n' white keys are so kindLight breeze plays with my hair
It kisses me softly, a scented airBringing in your frail fragrance
It leaves me tangled in a tranceSo I travel back thousand miles
To dig through all memory pilesThe music pours inside my soul
Heals my every wound and holeHidden in this allurin' darkness
I let symphonies paint the messEvery music note ripples silence
I lose my mind, I drop my fenceI let your shy memories invade
I drown in an endless serenadeAs this soft music rolls all night
I try to soar at an insane heightDrowning in your fading frame
I forget my existence, my nameI recall your caresses, long gone
Your absence makes me a stoneI let this madness flow in waves
It binds me into nostalgic cavesAnd all those years back in time
I still hear a ringing windchimeThe melody won't let me escape
I see you in every nook 'n' shapeBut as this cold night passes by
I know your memories are a lieYou're nothing but a lost dream
That evaporated in foggy steamA galaxy of love stories is woven
In glitterin' magic of music's denBut not all of the tales come true
Some get faded in water, so blue'N' no matter how soft tunes get
My tired eyes shall never forgetYou dumped me on a day so low
To play our tale on a grand piano***
Author's Note
I think I love it..this poem. :')♥♡
It was so long, I couldn't really decide the sequence of verses but still...I love it. It defines my nostalgia so beautifully and I feel satisfied. I might try a poem on 'piano' once again since I love it but for now, I'm happy. :')♥♡And yeah..there were so many good pics but...Twilight is LOVE. Couldn't resist putting this fascinating pic up there. :')♥♡
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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