A Final Lyric / Apollo and Hyacinth /

I loved him once. Perhaps that is all I should say. But how can one forget the warmth of that touch, the light of those eyes?
'Hyacinthus' was more than a fleeting moment of beauty-he was a melody I could never stop playing, even in grief. They ask me about love, as if it is a simple thing. But I have known it-both in its purest joy and its deepest sorrow."
- Apollo

But how do you reconcile the fierce passion of a love that has been silenced? And how does a god carry the weight of a love that will never fade, even as time marches on?

In A Final Lyric, memory echoes through the petals of a flower, through the notes of a song, and through the very heart of a god.
It is is a lament , a song of Love woven with gods and mortals, memory and myth, and the eternal question:
" Can love, once lost, ever truly be forgotten? "