Scattered are the rhymes, scattered the cassettes—each one containing a tune, but which one to play? The notes have vanished, leaving only a void. Yet, within this empty space, my casket is replete with love, a treasure I wish to devote to my life’s song. But which melody will accompany me on this journey?
The feeling of your presence captivates me—like a song that fills the air, yet the flute in my hands remains useless, unable to capture the ecstasy of the moment. Your image casts a spell over me, and in its wake comes a wonderful rhapsody. But what is it? Oblivion? Or is it just a dream, a fleeting thought?
Instruments that play the heart’s song surround me, each note echoing with meaning, each beat stronger than the last. The jingle of life fills the air, a steady rhythm beneath the surface. But is it a dream, or something more mystic—something far beyond my understanding?
Your fingers seduce the guitar, becoming the plectrum, drawing out an unearthly tune as it dances along the piano keys. And there I am—floating in a world of conundrums, caught between the mystery of melody and the clarity of thought. The merry whistle of life sings through the air, while my eyes read the unwritten pages of a story that’s yet to unfold.
Come, speak to me in black and white, drape yourself in this rhyme, above the lounge and moods. Soak with me in this rhythm, this majestic reprise, as we weave together a melody that rises above the mosaic of emotions and blues.