May 2018
and your music was the sweetest
to my ears and to my heart
but your soul was the darkest
when people drift apart
minds spiralling down to madness
like an eternal roundabout
and maybe in the end
that's who we really are
people with minds unbound
spoken in the language of
music over black and white notes
to my ears and to my heart
but your soul was the darkest
when people drift apart
minds spiralling down to madness
like an eternal roundabout
and maybe in the end
that's who we really are
people with minds unbound
spoken in the language of
music over black and white notes
as someone who love(d) you, I might not have gone. But as someone who plays music as well, I did. and what a job well done. what beautiful music. you were wonderful. and I'm sorry I will have to write this here instead of saying it to you up front.
