Songbook

on

Amongst notes, your deepest desires lay to rest

Amongst chords, your terrible omens hide in harmony

Harmonic storm

Melodic sky

The secrets of your past lives

Double stops of rhythmic tragedy

Your soul is written in a few pages

But remains glowing in the wind, being sing forever by melancholy…

You can’t sing anymore

Still, I can hear your voice overnight

Still, feel you alive

Being the past, being eternal…

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