Everything is vain if there is no melody

The music my world
is what I live for, not
but it is what I need to live
. Not a reality but a dream.
A collection of fakes
but it is the music that awakes
myself.

Violin. Piano. The voice
of an angel, is the melody.
Could it be me? No, I think,
to myself but still
could I do it?

Divine? Drunk? Put it how you like,
but I'm will always sing
in my soul, the music
that brakes me, it does.

For vain are my dreams? No
whatever will the future bring
It defines me, the melody
of me is the composer that
is divine
is
drunk.

Love

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