I have found it’s place of initiation.
It crawls into my heart and surpasses good intentions.
When can I find my exoneration?
When my eyes slowly open, it al seems dark.
I uncover my ears, and anticipate to hear
the music elapsing by my ear.
Yet, to this music I can’t seem to dance with cheer.
Where did your rhythm go?
Now, all I hear is the rhythm of my heart.
Which remembers you in my life,
and now I long to hear the sounds from your heart.
How could you just be taken away?
Away from my ears and my abandoned heart.
I won’t forget the sound of your heart.
It was soft but firm, slow but strong.
It never grew old, on your rhythm I leaned on.
It never left me, I never felt alone.