Shattered glass, salt sprinkled sand.
Ruins. That is all that remains.
Nothing but bleak sorrow left to inspire.
Nothing but music to express.
Black and white shades adorn a piano untouched by the flames.
Yet how does it manage to capture so many hues?
My fingers rise against their own will,
I might be the pianist, but this is the melody my heart sings.
As soon as the first tune hits the bleak backdrop,
I realize how different it is from anything I have ever heard,
Anything I have ever created.
It inspires life, it inspires growth. The world starts to heal itself with these tunes.
It begins simply, this cacophony my heart is creating.
But with an arresting phrase. So simple, that it is as eloquent as her voice.
She speaks beckoning gently,
As the music unwinds, rising and tensing.
It spirals upwards, the tension growing with each repeat of the phrasing,
Yet at the same time, the music is more expressive.
It is free, wild and feral.
It is me.
The notes which flood out of the piano are surely more than a mundane one can hope to play,
Yet this is anything but mundane.
It is a piano made of dreams and hopes.
It is an orchestra.
The music. Oh the music.
More seductive than poetry,
Far more blinding than light,
Fare more comforting than the darkness.
It is moonlight cast into tunes.
Beautifully contradictory,
Extraordinarily breathtaking.
It seemed impossible to breathe,
Yet that was all I could do.
The music seemed to waft into something tangible.
It demanded a palpable presence.
And like something out of a myth,
She stands over the ruins that she has created.
And the dam bursts. The music changes.
It becomes a hurting tune,
One which is resigned.
A cry of heartache which resounds over my entire dreamscape.
How can pain be so beautiful?
"Why?" Her image asks of me.
"Why can't you end this?"
And I pause.
How can i remove her from myself?
The one who shines with the brilliance of a thousand suns,
Whose smile dims the entire universe.
Her voice like quicksilver,
Her lush curls.
Eyes like pools, lined with kohl.
I would pay any price but these memories to forget about her.
But sadly, my dream self asks me a question and I must oblige.
Maybe she'll know why as well,
For all dreams come from one.
"Do we not dream of dreams?
How can erase my most beautiful dream?
The one which changed me the most?
Stripped me of my armor and left me vulnerable and broken?
Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories?
I am adrift on the sea of trials and tribulations,
Waiting for my ships to take me home.
But till then, till when I reach the promised land,
Your voice shall call out to me,
More treacherous than the sea itself."

Music is all powerful, music is pure expression.
It is more powerful than the seraphic runes which cannot be spoken.
Dare I translate my memories into melodies and those into words?
I go on, for I have lost whatever I had to lose.
Doleful melodies, painful memories.
The slight echo of music, terribly beautiful.
Alone, in the chamber of the illusions my mind carved,
I strum a grand piano.
An orchestra plays to my descent.
Hear the trumpets blow, the cellos play.
A soft tune wafts from the keys, how can it be so full of longing and rage?
These keys feel alien to my fingers, the scene feels on fire.
Smoke fills my lungs as I mourn your loss.
A crescendo.
An echo of paradise lost forever, barred.
This music is painful, yet I dare not stop.
Resonating in the glass corridors of the palace I made as ode to you,
All those moments of joy and tranquility burn as I play.
Each piece of the beautiful memories I forged with you, break away and sink into my psyche.
Yet the music dare not stop.
Each stroke. Each note.
Sings of loss, lament and woe.
But somewhere there is hope.
Violins now. Repeating what my heart feels.
'This palace cannot hold this strain,
The power of this music is great.
It weaves its way into the essence of all I know.
Corrupting all things joyous,
Tainting the pure white snow with bleak sorrow.
Each note I play, hurts my soul.
Each symphony is a painful reminder of my loss.
But it is over now, all is lost.
All songs end, mine is over now.
Farewell to you, may the broken palace of my dreams be a fitting tribute.

O liquid temptress of my dark dreams,
Your ****** expanse calls me
And I would sail ever on,
Were it not for the elven maid,
Who calls me, calls me

She binds my heart with a lily white tie,
Never to be broken, save by my torment
Ever to be torn between the treesand waves.
And I travel for ever, for ever,
To reach the elven maid's heart which lies,
Beyond the liquid temptress' grasp.

The elven maid in beauty basks,
Her eyes as auburn as hallow woods.
Her hair as lush as the foamy tide,
With ruby lips and honeyed words,
She calls me, calls me.

She breaks all enchantments on me,
And calls me to the elven land.
Her voice awakens the fallow lands,
And fills my heart with unearthly joy

O liquid temptress of my dark dreams,
Your ****** expanse calls me
And I would sail ever on,
Were it not for the elven maid,
Who calls me, calls me

'Are you okay now?'
Oh, darling, if only you knew,
Only if you could see the light, I see in you with my eyes,
If only you could hear the music that weaves itself,
When you open your lovely mouth.
(But if anything,
I am adept at cowardly self restraint,
Whitled from rotting words and empty dreams,
Chipped and jagged, broken shards.
Yet your eyes, those deep wells,
Brimming with happiness,
With sorrow stifled within smiles,
If only you knew,
If only you could see.
I'm burning up, my defenses breaking,
With every moment the two of us share.
This provokes me, this change of season in the depths of my mind,
Replacing feral winter with lovely spring,
Peace of mind. My satisfaction,
Albeit a solitary one has been ravaged apart.
It tasted pungent, sweet, and
Maddeningly powerful,
Yet the smell of your words is far intoxicating,
Letting loose all my inhibitions.
If only you could see what you meant to me,
Would you be as scared as I am now?)
Shaking my head, dispelling this hasty afterthought,
Of course I am, I reply, With you here, what else could I be?
And you cover it with an immaculate laugh, chiding me on my flirtatiousness,
If only you could see, what you meant to me.

I am the night sky embodied on this bleeding earth,
I am the essence of dreams made human,
I am the oncoming darkness,
The Bridger of the storms.
Yet tonight, in the soft embrace of your pale arms,
Caught in the web of my love for you,
I am woefully mortal and vulnerable.
A soft moon shines upon the two of us,
You the light of the day,
One whose smile lights up the sun,
And I. I am not unknown to mankind,
Yet we are strangers.
I am cursed to walk the dreams of all but yours.
And so, I am all the sins, hopes, dreams and agonies of the countless that I have come across in my forbidden travels,
Yet none. None as beautiful as the one I behold tonight,
None as radiant.
The soft glow of your pale skin,
Manages to slowly tame the raging beast which is my heart,
Stop cries experience.
Detest says the mind
You shall be lost again says my heart
Yet if that is the price for this joy,
Why not?
And so it begins.
Raw lust mixed with passion and love,
Twisting, turning, gyrating,
The limits of your consciousness melding as one,
With the holy unison of our flesh,
This fleeting moment.
I wish and hope that I can freeze this with me forever,
Yet this forever, this eternity of mine is fleeting.
Already as the sun rises,
My essence fades,
Away from thee my love.
Yet when you feel alone,
Look into the depths of your shadows. I shall be there for you,
A woeful lament of love and desire

There is hope make the call
A single sign reads
The cold metal touches my soul through the soles of my shoes
The breeze freezes my very breaths
How can one sign convince me of hope,
When thousands in my life speak otherwise?
One step. One step for nature to finish the tragedy it started.
One step and the fall would not **** me
The abrupt stop would. But while I would fall,
I would be invincible, unstoppable
I would be flying.
And then it would end.
My life.
More than a thousand dreams hopes views
Extinguished
Lost in the sea of faces which would claim my memory
As I stand on the rim
The desire to jump strengthens.
My power to resist grows.
Sigh.
Not today.
For today, I make the call.
A single path awaits me now,
Now that I discarded another.
I'll carry on, the prodigal son,
And just hope that there will be peace when I'm finally done.
So. I'll make the call.

A sparkling key shimmers in the haze beyond my nightmares,
A key to life made of light sets off a conquest,
Mirroring it is the key of the dark,
Which allows my red eyes of illusion,
to haunt someones death or life.
I have been looking for an answer,
Some truth that determines my paths, my ways,
While wandering about aimlessly,
I can sense the trillion elements
Getting entangled within my thoughts.
This silver city of my thoughts,
In in a chaotic state of order,
Spiritual pain breaches its walls,
Guilt and sorrow rain down, corroding the structures I so proudly built.
Where would I be, I wonder,
When this city finally falls?
Unknown, misunderstood,
Book of life, to which I hold the key,
What is the price of a soap bubble?
What is the cost of the first rain drop on the barren earth?
What is the joy in a newborn's smile?
Key to life,
These hands which are weapons which wield weapons,
Can you transmit my sorrow beyond the walls of my heart?
Unknown to life, ignorant of death,
Would you delude me with hope?
And then there is you.
With what reason do you smile,
with such gentle eyes,
Drawing me closer in the web of your love?
I think I can now unlock the door which was always locked.
Because you are the spirit I need,
The demon of pain encased within the angel of love,
You can provide my soul the element of pain and warmth,
Listen to my heart, o Goddess,
Transmutate what I was.
The hand of the Goddess echoes out,
Your love changing my past, present and future,
The burden of my sins replaced with joy,
Which key do I deserve to hold now,
Now that the heartbeat of destinies untold, beat within your womb.
The key to both life and death is slowly being born,
Growing its wings in the loving glow of your flesh.
Developing, as our bond reaches its peaks.
Key to life, I thank thee for this,
For invoking desire and passion in me/
Light and darkness consort eternally,
Angels flirting with demons,
The keys to both life and death hide now in the complex codes,
In the memory of DNA, surpassing time.
It is there sons of Adam and Eve, where my truth lies.