Symphony(Melancholy)
Outside my window
a chorus grows
Into its rhythm, the world has
been thrown
The percussion assemble
in the choir above
One by one the notes fall
Their melody of melancholy has begun
Their steady beat quickens
my adagio to allegro
My heart softens
its forte to piano
Its closer than you think
But am I in the wrong
For my music can sing
Death of souls, creation of life
What shall thy bring
As you fall into silence
I hear myself slow
You renounce me of your presence
I loathe you for no encore
You all but were my essence
a chorus grows
Into its rhythm, the world has
been thrown
The percussion assemble
in the choir above
One by one the notes fall
Their melody of melancholy has begun
Their steady beat quickens
my adagio to allegro
My heart softens
its forte to piano
Its closer than you think
But am I in the wrong
For my music can sing
Death of souls, creation of life
What shall thy bring
As you fall into silence
I hear myself slow
You renounce me of your presence
I loathe you for no encore
You all but were my essence
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