Dead Boy's Poem
I was born in silence. There was nothing in my life . Nothing but silence. And pain. Silence full of it.
Then the music came. It was all I ever loved. A perfect concert my best, my only friend. It was all I ever had. There was nothing in my life, only music that had conquered the silence. Music kept me company. It comforted my soul. It was all I wanted, all I needed. So much to live for, so much to die for. Yes, I would have died for my music. If only my heart had a home …
Music healed my world. I sang what I could not say. I forgot what I could not play. I created worlds of my own, where there was but peace and beauty. And love. In my kingdom of music, I was always loved. So I yearned to return to it whenever I had to leave it. I hastened to be drawn into those beautiful eyes that gazed up at me from my notes. I walked within my poetry, my dying music. For there was no song, no melody I played twice. Every piece was a creature, a being of its own. Born in my mind, growing in the song, dying in the end, buried in a memory in the corner of my mind. All my music speaks of my love for it – it is my loveletter to nobody, for no human being could ever be worthy of my music. Never sigh for a better world. It is already there; composed, played and told. Every thought I had became the music I wrote. Everything a wish for the night to become eternal.
I wrote for the eclipse, and it repaid me with silence, swallowing my music, taking it away from me.
I wrote for the virgin, the one with the angel's voice. I did not love her, but my music that lived through her. I would have died for its beauty. I created a kingdom, I reached for wisdom. And yet I failed in becoming a god. My kingdom burned to the ground. I was left in silence.
The music died, and so did I. The sweet piano once wrote down my life. Teach me passion, for I fear it's gone when the music died.
Show me love, hold the lorn one, for my love burned. There was so much I still wanted to give to my love, to my music.
Once, Time will tell this bitter farewell, for I shall live no more to shame nor me nor you, my only love.
And you … I wish I didn't feel for you anymore, my love … my lonely soul is once again lost in silence.
Dead Boy´s Poem
Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home
Sing what you cant say
Forget what you cant play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody
Never sigh for better world
Its already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night
Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmakers cry, the one without tears
For Ive given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mothers lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"
"Teach me passion for I fear its gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didnt feel for you anymore..."
A lonely soul... An ocean soul...