The Conductor

 

Forgive me, for in you, I can only confide

My choices are set but fate can only decide

I am merely borrowing a moment of eternity

Hoping to give meaning to a growing affinity

 

To raise my hand is to share my life to music

Lifting it up lightly as I listen how it speak

It tickles my skin and soothes my restive heart

But to wave my hand is to have music depart

 

It plays with my memories like golden strings

Igniting frozen dreams into a thousand springs

Raising spirits of distant past and future scenes

Evoking my every triumphs and agonizing sins

 

Suddenly my heart and soul recalls another tune

One that magnifies the beautiful light of the moon

A symphony accompanied by a voice in the air

As stars shine through the wave of her black hair

 

But with realization comes the curse of silence

Morphing my smiles into a monster of pretense

I tremble with tears each time I hold a cold baton

Now that I know what I lost and is now truly gone

  

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In My Studio / Sunday

29.12.2013 / 7:32 PM