Melancholic Strings

by Lory Fayer
(Turin, Italy)

Your hands run trough the strings
like shy small tears on the face
playing notes full of melancholy
the regrets for the times of dreams
and the cold embrace of disillusion
that has stolen you the future
that left wounds on your heart
that can only beat at the rhythm

of one music that has the sound
of you bleeding hidden thoughts
of one music that is like a fire
that keeps your feeling alive
of one music that is like a brush
painting your inner landscape
of one music that is like a voice
telling how beautiful is your soul

of one music that is like a friend
to whom you can tell your secrets
of one music that is like a shelter
from the storm fallen on your life
of one music that is like a memory
of how you were before the disaster
of one music that is like a language
that speaks straight to the heart

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