My soul will always be bound to yours
The bow passes on the iron strings
Bringing pleasure in every ring
The sweet melody it sings
Is all this cello will play
The flower you hold dear to your heart
Was born from my own
My blood is its life
My soul is its soul
When the darkness came and you cried out
I was a fool and stayed away
That darkness which had kept me from you
Made me stay and watch you rip out your heart
My eyes bleed with tears for you
My heart has stopped its beat
My body has ceased to age
My soul keeps yearning for your touch
This bow rests against the iron strings
Resting as the musician watches you rest
Your dreams conducting a melody which only his ears will ever know
Haji
 Ai Kyuketsuki · Wed Feb 10, 2010 @ 02:08am · 0 Comments |
