Saving Music
The music caressed my skin
as if it were a lover's hand.
I allowed the notes slivered
into my heart and soul.
The music hadn't done
that in an ego,
and I knew that it was time to move on.
Because the Music Killer
finally found me.
I had hoped this time
that I would be able to settle down—
establishing strong roots
and to hide
from my destiny
Of The Music Savior.
It was hard to have the entire world
on my shoulders.
I wished that my father hadn't died.
And my older brothers refused
to lessen the responsibility.
Is anyone out there—
willing to help me?
If there is, find soon
before the Music dies.
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