op73

it is
strictly
prohibited
for me
to even
go near
this
opera
house
now...

maybe it is true
that my dreams
were left behind
somewhere
in the
forest
with none to
see them

how else
would you
explain
that
I cannot
even
go near
these
people?

Or maybe
I do not
even
want to?

This
mysterious
thing
how could
we
leave and
quietly
choose

to exit this
ramble
without
any
further
intro?

or
reconciliation?

we too
we cannot
help but
to
choose
this
tune

like this
we
could
enter
the
shala
of
Beethoven's
mother

like this
we too
would
have
the place
where to
see
where
our
hearts
were
before
this.

we would
hear
again
the note;
this note.

Now, this is
for you.
I cannot
help this.
It is as if
each note
is causing
me to fall
towards you.

But how
can we
make sure
that
this is
not just a
fake image?

How could
these dark
shadows once
again feel
so....
vulnerable?

Have you?
do you trust?
do you rest?
do you even...

I would
not
spend
this
amount
of
chimneys
around
a
fire-post.
death...
(sigh)