Music might be
poetry,
sung in grief,
in joy,
in sonorous voices.
With high pitches,
and tones.
Leaping much too deep.
A loud and clear,
periodically wordless tone.
A music piece
might be a love note,
with pure emotions
running deep.

A piercing of life's purity.
Of trust's transformation
into pitiful betrayal.

Dirge's death tune.
An ode, a praise song.
An elegy,
with instruments finely shaped.
The result of an innovative
craftsman's energy.

Babe, why do you look so dull
on such this happy day?
Come, come on baby
I'd tell you all my words to say
and we'll be lost in the mall
nearby the blue bay.

Such this sweet summer breeze
will make everyone freeze
To hide in your heart today
The door of heaven is open
To make colorful my heart
I'll spend all this evening with you!

This lovely nature and flowers
filled our minds with good smells.
This summer forest levels smile to see us,
How do I control myself today?
Say something my beloved, say...
I'm slowly melting away, melting into you!

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Give me your hand love,
I have been noticing,
the way you have been fading into the darkness.
Cry your poison away,
I will lift up your scars to the heavens,
I will turn your blood to gold,
I will love you relentlessly,
For I am your ultimate friend.
                                                                 -storm-