My Angel Violinist: A Your Lie In April Poem

When I met you, my fate changed. I saw color in my life again.

You were under the cherry blossom tree, playing the ocordian under the pigeon's den.

You took my hand and led me into Towa Hall to watch you play the violin on stage.

I fulfilled what you asked, I watched you play. But what I heard instead of a song of calm, was a song of rage.

You angered the judges, their knowledge far more than yours, the one in the middle especially, he was like a sage.

But the public loved you. Your skill. Your talent. You were practically a violin mage.

My violinist. My friend. Why did you ask me to become your accompanist when we left?

My violinist. My friend. Why did you ask me, when you fully knew what happened to me as a child, that only my mother knew and kept?

My violinist. My friend. I never wanted to do this, but then you started crying in desperation. I felt bad for you, so I accompanied as you asked, subtly feeling satisfaction.

When we walked on stage, we walked off as failures.

But as you made a reference to snoopy, we indeed went to unknown seas, so that makes us sailors.

You then stole my wallet, took my identity, and invited me to a music competition.

Extending from my childhood all the way to the present, it all felt like repetition.

My mother. She beat me constantly to perfect me for her legacy to be remembered. That was her mission.

I kept seeing her. Hearing her. She taunted me as I couldn't hear the notes. The only thing I heard was a few omissions.

But then I remembered. I wasn't doing this for mother. I was doing this for her.

And then she finally went to heaven. Finally, her shadow disappeared from my vision.

My angel violinist. Thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have overcome my fears.

My angel violinist. Thank you, for being there for me when I shed invisible tears.

My angel violinist. When we left that garden of fireflies, I never heard you say to yourself that you won't always be there for me. That one day, you will just disappear. Almost like a forest deer.

You started going to the hospital more. You kept fainting.

I was reluctant because of my past. It was almost like the same picture was painting.

You suffered all this time since you were seven years old, and I never even knew. I'm so, so sorry. Your pain was far worse than mine.

But instead of fearing for the looming end, you devoted your whole life to doing everything you wanted. You dropped your contacts in your eyes. You kept going to school. You wanted to see me, but I never noticed the blurred lines.

When I went on stage as a child prodigy, I changed your life forever. You cried, and asked your parents to become a violinist so you could accompany me when you were older. I never knew.

You told me that you were going to take surgery for one last song with me. I felt guilty. Sick. I saw what happened to my mother, happening to her. In my stomach was an illness stew.

So I went to a concert to play while you went to get better. But you weren't there.

You were here, with me. Playing the violin alongside. I didn't realize in my head, that this would be the last time.

The last time... I would be with you before you went to join the angels.

My angel violinist. You left me a note before you went for the operation explaining how you felt. You told me, on that one piece of paper, everything you have felt up to this point.

My angel violinist. I love you too. I love you so, so much. So why didn't you tell me how you felt? Is it because you wanted us to be together as long as possible without the hurt of the love?

My angel violinist:

Thank you for everything. I'll see you again one day, along with mother and everyone else who has left us.

I've solved your lie in April. My reward is the memory of you.