A swift wave of my hand and the fire comes out
watch out!
For I've burned you before, but the feeling was awesome,
there is nothing passionate that isn't also dangerous.

Admire me as I compose this piece
transposing my vicious emotions
into visible sound
so you can play my life on your horse string violin.

How sweet it is to hear "the sound of music"
like you've never heard it before.
It is more than paper, it is more than words,
it is my passion put written down in chords.

That is my life.

But the great mother betrays me
as I stifle to parry her mighty gusts
of prudence.

A fool, I am, to think I could share myself
with your horse string violin.
To let the world accept me as I am
in the form of visible sound.

So my life leaves me,
being carried by the carrying winds of disappointment.
I stand watching and gaze as I've never gazed before...
falling into a trance that I know I'll never wake from...
and this is truly the sweetest sight I've come to see.

No matter
how bitter it tastes in the end,
I'll know that my soul will forever linger within these halls.

I'll come back to this place
to let the memory embrace me,
until it is the music that shall grace me,
for my beating warmth is not enough.