The Girl

Through the night, she screams for help...

To set things right, she's condemned to hell...

Writhing in sorrow, she's the enemy...

Praying for no tomorrow, she'll become a memory...

A burden... not worth the fire,

Trust that... she will bring it higher...

Tears run scarlet red...

An anger put to bed...

Be the Sythe for her imagination...

And she'll be the Sickle in your concentration...

"Let her fall; Let her be...

Just don't let her succumb to the salty sea..."

Whispered voices on the wind...

Tell us to bring her back, again...

Death was rolled into her wake...

So, there's not much more she can take...

A handful of rubber, a line of steel

Sharpening on wounds that never fully heal...

Her body cries out "Don't let het die!" ...

...she hears the piano ... a distant lullaby... ...

The Boy

A distant symphony, heard through concrete walls...

Put together in perfect harmony, a destiny calls...

The large room filled with awe...

Common notes played so raw...

Pale fingers playing along irredescent ivory...

Fidgeting lights upon dark mahogany...

Little fabric drummers bounce on dancing chords...

We all listen carefully to the black words;

Little notes floating about the air...

So that everone can feel the pain he must bear...

Tears filled our unknowing, yet understanding eyes...

As we hear the music for the last time...

The room is silent in its dark charm...

Whispers fill the room: "He never meant her any harm."

Pale fingers slowly form "silence",

As he sat in front of the awaiting audience...

"This moving melody, I have played for you...

It is her lullaby... It is the last thing I'll do..."

With that he pulled out a handful of metal

And without hesitation... he ended it all... ...

The Piano

Shocked to the point of a standstill...

For sorrow had marked its deadly trail...

Liquid maroon mixed with solid mahogany...

Flashbacks consumed, reveiling many a memory:

Music filled with lonliness...

Filled with depression; Filled with distress...

One pair of hands worked cold ivory tunes...

So... so close to a melodious ruin...

But, then... Hope! Hope gave a slight bounce with every note...

Crushing was the master, you could hear it in every symbol he wrote...

Such beautiful, moving silence...

Slowly, his hands played... then, another pair of hands...

Two pairs of hands; Twenty fingers entwined together...

This was when the music was intensely stronger...

Master's hands gliding gracefully...

The other's... small, petite... tapping unknowingly...

Such beautiful music they make; Such harmony!

"Come back to us!" ... master, it wasn't meant to be...

The piano made a vow with its very last breadth...

"I will never fall in love... for love is only a disturbingly beautiful death."