Fading Symphony

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 "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

MELANCHOLYSOUL 

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