© khy^nn

the beauty of music
the warm of its tone
the love in it's melody
and every gentle sound
reminds me of her

viola,
a girl who like to play violin
she sits with the flowers
every dandelion dancing to her music
when she plays, even winds listen

such a lovely music
it makes you dream of her
with her eyes close,
she play very well

everything seems to be perfect
as i was allowed to always listen to her
like a free ticket to a concert
like meeting her highness everyday
'till one day it was gone

no more music to hear
no more melody to listen
no more sound to make the dandelions sing
she was gone in one moment
and my heart was emptied
searching for her embrace

now a girl was playing violin,
but her name wasn't viola
she was sitting there,
but the winds don't touch her
and the song was lovely,
but the dandelions don't sing
they don't dance
because every one of us was logging for one love
for one melody
for one song
for one person

viola