Song of the Heart

Passed for Forever

The light shall take you,

let this hall's glory surround you.

My love be it's strongest,

in you my dear youngest.

Hurry now the light is ever glowing,

hurry now the tension's ever building.

From I to you,

the music be ever playing.

From I to you,

the music is ever growing.

Felicio, you've become my future

you've come and sealed my loving.

you've earned my ever seeing,

you'll soon take my place.

The calm, soothing timbre of Armando's dark and mysterious voice surrounded Felicio with a sensation, that of which made every strand of hair on his arm left exposed by his dark blue button-down standing.

Felicio was left with a loving image, the image of his father being there to guide him. Felicio, afterall, was a daddy's boy. Ever since he was a child his father had been giving him advice on life.

The child's vision did not fade, it stayed in his mind. It always did. He loved his papa dearly, unlike any other. That very vision is what drives him everyday, afterall. The young one's very thought of that image gives him chills every time.

But at that instance, not only did Felicio get chills up the very back of his spine, he also took in a roundhouse of emotion. He did not know exactly that to feel at that very moment. Happiness, sorrow, fear, he had no definite idea.

"What to feel? What should I feel?"

Felicio managed so mutter to himself.

"What does he want me to become?"

"The best you can be."

Armando replied, overhearing Felicio's soft underput muttering.

"I'm waitng for you to open your eyes and see."

"See what?"

Felicio asked still taken abound by everything that was going on.

"The future set for you and me."

Just as Armando had said that, he turned to Felicio. Gently fluttering in the opera house's breeze was Armando's dark, luscious, long hair, brushing across his son's face. By doing so he filled the air with a scent, that of cinnamon: musky, yet playful at the same time.

The maestro then covered his son's eyes and guided him across the hall, into the music chamber. Felicio was clueless and curious.

He brought the child into the chamber through an uneasy passage with several twists and turns and brought him into a dark, rounded corner.

Armando took the child and held him out, still covering his eyes, making sure that Felicio could not see his surprise. Hidden in an old, red, velvet curtain, was something with quite a defined shape, a shape Armando knew that his son would recognize immediatly.

He was brought closer and closer. Felicio's every exhaling got heavier and heavier with every breath. His very sense of hearing was all taken by his father's revirbirant voice.

" The very thing I long for you to be."

Felicio could hear his father's voice but could still not make out a certain picture of what was happening. It was all just too fast for him.

" Your future is sealed with me."

Armando said in a seemingly exited manner. He was sure that when his son saw the glorious masterpiece, made over three hundred years ago, Felicio would want for nothing more. He knew that it was his only dream, the top of Felicio's wishlist.

He took Felicio even closer to the mystery piece. Felicio's heartbeat started pumping faster and faster, faster than he had ever imagined it go.

Yet again, Armando spoke and took up the whole of Felicio's hearing. After all, his voice was loud and strong. Strong enough to snap Felicio out of his anxiety.

" Felicio, no peeking."