Gravenimage

We met that night, when the sea ran high. And I craved for more, of that nearlove experience. Those who the music hath, then joined together are now put asunder. Remember me, when I lit the fire to keep us warm, on a cold winter morning. Now I pass through the moment, can I still recognize a beautiful melody. I play a note, but hear no sound. Have I lost my love or the wings I found. When I was young and eager to please, anyone who had time. Needed to sing, the very notes I heard. Had to stay in the shadows, and seek for the loneliness. Nevertheless the price, was higher than I realized. I was to live alone, ready to make the sacrifice. Was I in love with you? My old heart, little harder again. Once the light goes out, everything ends. It is time, ready to cause a scene, ready to make the sacrifice. Ready to play the note, ready to end the final show. The only thing I know. The pain is here to stay I fear. In my eyes I can change one note and make you cry. In this state of mind, silence is a crime. How can life be so feigned and cold? I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly. Did I find the answers to all my questions, or a gravenimage of me? If I found the hidden fountain, drank the wisdom from it's deep. Would I have the time to save me? Would I have them both to keep?