Broken Musician.
My fingers run along the keys.
Such beautiful sounds it does make.
The melody just comes to me,
Telling of hate and of heartbreak.
When will these sounds so beautiful,
Tell of something happier than this?
The depressing thoughts I weave,
Are sadder than a farewell kiss.
Melodies upon melodies,
Spontaneously appear,
Driven forth by my shaking hands,
Telling of my every fear.
AN: You just have to love those random things that bite you while listening to classical music. Well...that and reading a Twilight fanfiction at the same time.
