He wrote songs for her--every night when the moon was full. Beautiful music notes danced and sang out by the lake, over black pools of water where a snowy regal swan sat, waiting.
An imagination captivated fully through rhythms and tones, unheard but ultimately within the bounds of nature.
He wrote songs for her. Every night when the moon was full.
And he played them for her, offering them up as a silent prayer while he stood beside her grave.
There she would rest forever, where he could find her--his love.
Author notes
Classical music does really odd things to the mind...
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