The Grievous Musician

Playing with your fingertips
On the strings of my weaknesses
I don’t 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 soul’s 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!