I am repeating your magnificent melodies.
Melodies that were born from the purest maiden's heart.
A symbol for the aesthetic silent parting that you have let me to agonise on.
As the melody flows, I have experienced different emotions at the same time.
I am happy. Happy that I have declared myself as your devout follower. Happy that before you go you have achieved what you had wanted to do. Happy that you have left your legacy for me to carry forever in my heart.
I am sad. Sad that I won't be able to bear witness to your next metamorphosis, my dearest, elegant flower. Sad that I won't be able to watch your beautiful grace anymore. Sad that I cannot even summon any tears because I have cried them dry during the last year's ceremony of your ascendation to a lovely butterfly that you will always be now.
I am confused. Confused that I do not know what to do as the melodies have robbed me of my will. Confused that I have not even opted to gather myself to become such a great person like you. Confused that I am unable to cease the stirring feeling in my chest.
I am unable to stop the melodies. They keep on resounding inside of my hollowed self. They fill the deep empty space that you had left.
I knew, it is only temporary. Soon they will shatter away cruelly, leaving behind a trail of melancholy that will taint my subconsiousness for quite some time.
A living memorial has been born while I cast away my guilt and fears. It will reminisce a beautiful person who had changed many with his play.
He unintentionally left behind a whip of roses named SORROW. It binds itself to the people who loved him the most, cutting deep into their flesh with the thorns and mesmerise them with the scent of the heavens.
I await my time to meet you silently in my resting place
I ask my children to place the lid and be silent
Sweet is sleep to me and even more to be of stone,
while the wrong and shame endure,
To be without sight and or sense is a most happy change for me,
Therefore do not rouse me
Hush! Speak low...
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