Andante

Melodic perfection winds through my ears and finds my heart. Authentic purity overcomes me in the length of a cleansing sigh. I am an extension of the music. Let me fall through the lush lyrics as they slip into nothingness, chased by whispers of rhythms that bow to the soft, solo sad note. Standing alone, it is that suspended heartbreak that becomes my very salvation. I am captivated and hang motionless, unable to control the cry for solace. The silence that follows carries naught but a trembling tear. Its slow, deliberate splash deprives me of breath and depraves the scant sanctuary that is so painfully fragile. The truth is now sustained; We are the composition. Awaken what is hidden for a higher reminder and walk me, dance me, romance me to the night’s contentment. Only then do the wandering secede to the late goodbye conveyed by the instrumental vow of the final vibrato.