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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.” Rumi If life was a song, what would be your refrain? When instruments of fate performed in a ballad of somber sorrows, I floated like a ballet dancer in an eclectic fashion. My silent tongue had no melody, before love sowed harmonic tones, in a reverberating remedy of refreshing rhythms soothing a tortured soul. As my voice softened in a symphony of violin strings and saxophone vibratos, our bond composed a chorus of notes, like satin feathers from hummingbirds in soft clarinet choral chords, only heard in an orchestra of a velvet butterfly renaissance. You always have my songs on repeat, but I wonder if you will change the record? Together we write lyrics, sing verses as distant duets with drumbeat dynamics. Yet I am a metaphor of saffron rays lost in the absence of lilac moonlight. Everyday you disappear with dawn, as morning whispers her blessings. I'm left alone with birdsongs, who join in with my colourless chorus - echoing my angst of yearning to be free. I wonder if you will remain a twilight sonata. If you are the ebony to my ivory keys in this crescendo of bohemian dreams, why can't we be boundless as the sea? This vinyl veil we call existence is a composition of heartbeats with heartstrings woven into a vibrant bridge of emotions. Sadly no pedestal can reach lingering lullabies of the sky, so we continue to cast hues of golden heavenly harps, before final tenors are heard. If life was a song, our refrain would be an acoustic with steady beats, sometimes with too much bass to air - but we can control the volume. Tempo will always change like a decrescendo, but we are the conductors of our own musicality. Not all serenades sounds the same - no muse sings forever.
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