Sing Of Our Love Again
Why did you go away,
Why did you not abide in the land of my musical notations,
Why did you have to die?
Now that I am alone, this musician cannot set a soothing tune to our old lute.
Since you are no more dear one, I have been unplugged from reality.
The strings of the violin now no longer beckons me by its warmest cries,
The viola lies within the dust of your afterlife.
Sing I can’t for the choke of your parting clutches my throat while I am humming my soul to the crowd.
Your skeleton calls out to me, to play your empty ribs like a harp.
Skillfully your voice blows to me a chord in the wind on this hot summer’s brow.
In this world there is no one who can…
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