Playing with your fingertips
On the strings of my weaknesses,
I dont want to be your muse.
I pray that you will free me
From the weight of your dire chords.
Thus putting down the bow of your
Desires, kind of echoes inside of me,
I pray for my souls ears
To get deaf to your harmonies!
Your hope is my despair,
A lullaby for my sorrows,
I am only the si minor.
From your score where you carelessly
Drop the eighth of your inspiration.
How I wish I was nothing but a sigh
And not the reflection of your ego
Anymore.
While the melodious flow of my tears
Composes the sound of your harmonies,
I pray so that this prelude
Marks the end of this sonata!
While my heartbeats give its rhythm
To the tones of your tempo,
I pray so that your music
Finally falls in eternal silence.
While I keep chanting your lyrical works,
I implore your uttermost feeling
May you stop directing my life!
