It was dark,
but before the dark, it was bright.
You came like a ray of hope,
like sunlight spilling through a shuttered window,
and for a moment,
the world made sense again.
I was happy.
I got used to you.
I let you in, piece by piece,
like someone desperate for warmth.
But then,
you left like a shadow swallowing the light,
and everything turned dark again.
Cold. Empty. Silent.
The fault wasn’t all yours
it was mine,
for letting my heart settle there,
for getting used to the comfort of you.
Holding your hand was not the wrong I did,
but clutching it too tightly was
I should have steadied myself,
should have been enough for me first.
At the very next moment, I could have held your hand
without losing myself,
but foolish me…
I chose you
before I chose me.
And now I see:
I was the one.
The one who let go of herself
in the hope of keeping you.
The one who burned a little too bright
and forgot that light dims
if it’s not tended from within.
I was the one.
And maybe, someday,
I will be the one
who finds herself again.
Music truly inspires, because even if a scene has never taken place in real life, in an artist’s mind anything is possible. I wrote this because of a beautiful piano melody and the idea it gave birth to within me. I’m grateful to the Lord for giving us this ability—to imagine, to create, and to feel beyond what’s tangible and with this here goes another piece.
Music inspires in ways words alone cannot.
Even if a scene has never touched reality,
in the mind of an artist, anything blooms.
I wrote this born from a piano’s gentle melody,
from the world of fiction that stirred life within me.
Grateful, I praise the Lord
for gifting us the power to imagine,
to create,
and to feel beyond the boundaries of what's real.