"FADING SYMPHONY"
The room held no other than we,
The silence heard no other sound than she.
I looked closer, only to see:
Her soul made so beautifully.
Her flaws only added to perfection;
She was a mystery, an impossible question.
Like a puzzle never to be solved,
No clues or hints, just nothing at all.
Her fingers danced across the keys,
so gracefully with passion.
Her music meant the world to me,
a wonderful distraction.
As she pressed the keys, she made a song.
Then my heart sang along.
She glides her fingers so perfectly,
like she knew exactly where her hands belong.
With a few shrill notes,
she filled the room with sound.
For the first time she knew,
her soul had just been found.
While the music played, I looked outside
I saw the sun, the clouds, the sky.
Because the sky which once was blue,
Turned bright red infront of you.
Then I wondered for a moment,
Why your instrument became so silent.
And as the night began to fall,
The red sky turned black ...then nothing at all.
That day I knew, that our fading symphony
represents our love and the things around we.
The things that seemed like forever,
vanished like the sky, the song and a lover.
When the sky finally condemned,
And our songs finally descend,
Our love too, somehow...
Will meet its painful end.
- by Ana Louise
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Fading Symphony
PoetryA taste of forever ...even just for a while. About a symphony that never lasts, and a love that now belonged to the past. A mixture of romance, drama, poetry and a story that will never be forgotten. *Caution: All poems, writings and pieces in the...
