The Silhouette Behind the Music

The crescendo of time reverberated seemingly,
Amidst nothingness, her thoughts echoed profusely...
There's no music that can touch her soul,
No lyrics that can soothe her after all!

As the leaves dance with the wind in a flimsy way,
As the air blows the strands of her wavy hair;
Behind a silhouette of her beautiful flair,
She never fancied a rather trivial affair.

Sad as it can be,
How can someone left thee?
She feels like a branchless tree...
Forlorn shadows lurk, snatching her glee,
She slumps in the dark with her frail body!

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alan20 · M

Try the original version : Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake

1Dogma · F

@alan20 dying swan has a more enigmatic resonance to the poem, but I'll check on it. thanks!
I saw it, too many performers. I don't like crowd.

have you made the concluding finale yet ?

alan20 · M

@1Dogma The concluding finale? As always I'm losing the motivation. The reason I continued beyond Part Two was it occurred to me I was being rude to people like yourself who wasted time reading what I'd typed up to then, even though really it was pretty useless and pathetic anyway. And of course how to end it? Never could reconcile to genuine feeling with another that has to or at any rate does, end. I'll hopefully come up with something in the next few days !!
I don't like crowds either. But the music moves me.

1Dogma · F

@alan20 yeah, we need motivation to write. I feel you.
I'm also lethargic when demotivated like now....

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