The1TheOnlyJP
02-05-2009, 01:03 AM
A tender harp delightfully lulls while the solemn trombone blows. The delicate keys of the caring piano complimented by a dozen velvet violins' serenade resound. So beautifully does its melody render. Yet the pages are blank, featuring not a single note on their pearly pages. Cold and still also stands the microphone out front without any vocals pouring. Absent is the one to complete it all. Too distracted by oh, so familiar tunes incessantly clogging the ears each day are we. Unfortunately deaf to the gentle sound of this sweet ballad made silent. Even bright, starry waltzes so unbelievable fail to wake us from our trance. Not love lost, found, nor held, but rather the love never known. Trapped by sadness' cry and misery's grip unchanged. On and on it continues without end. On and on it searches without success. Playing all eternity for the one.