I play the strings in hopes that the moon can hear.
How soft and serene the waves of the symphony are
as it caresses the Earth in profound silence.
A treasure to the ear.
But what does the moon see?
As I play with all my heart?
It sees fire and darkness
A tune so harsh to the world,
but so tranquil to my ears.
But it was never played for the moon
It was a cry for help
A call to anyone out there that shared my love of the music.
Tis the song of the musician in disguise.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
