For the past few days, I have been trying to find a tune lost amidst the cacophony of my subdues. The elixir that kept be alive when I was young, free spirited. I am still young but with a drooping heart of lost colors and bursting chambers of sorrows. My mind has forgotten its notes on the piano but something rings on my ears continuously It wakes me up on every damp morning I send my gazes to the clouds, it returns to me a sad poetry.
It has been hovering over my head for many days. I guess I must bury myself deep down on the earth to breathe relief But who will dust me?