the glowing hue tinted from the glass window the silky touch of the notes the simple happiness of the melodies Back then, something made me feel so free Harmony felt like heaven music, a summer breeze like a strange withered lock who found its golden key like summer days, could it feel the weave of sound and light the waltz of rhythm and snow could embrace the winter nights if my time could go back to when happiness could be unlocked with no price what would I do? rescued from my drowning nights calling my name, a cry of acceptance caressed like a sheltered child and whispered your song like a long lost lullaby like my weight had disappeared my shoulders unburdened like the melodies I used to play — i wrote this a while ago — love this poem nonetheless — if you read the poem out loud, you don't take pauses. you only take pauses when you feel out of breath. that's the tone of the poem.
