I know I said I would try to get to some stories a couple weeks ago, but somehow, reading week took more time away from me than any other week in February, so needless to say, I'm still falling furher and further behind.
After I wrote Broken-Winged Angel, I had this urge to write a poem that matched the feelings of Tsukimisou, the young Inu turned geisha in Aki-chan's Inuyasha series. I had written songs for my parents for Christmas, one line being 'You gave me wings and helped me fly'. This line broke open a song (which I've had to put off until now to write) that I wanted to create for a devoted reviewer. I hope to write something for all of my loyal reviewers, but this was the piece of inspiration I had for Aki-chan.
The end chorus is meant to be a myriad of whispering voices over lapping those 4 different styled lines for a moment and continue to do so while the remaining verse is sung with a tearful voice. Hope that makes any sense.
Dedication: Yeah, I've clearly made this evident, but I'm going with structural tradition here. xAkix has been with me since I started posting on this site, and her stories have always been helpful inspirations and pieces of awe-some. I was re-reading the chapter where Tsukimisou leaves and I came across the part where Haru's past self appeared -- the young teenage boy with silver hair -- and I went light-headed. I remembered reading that part and shouting "Riku!" across the house; almost did it again. n.n
I wanted the rain to have a significant part in this song, because of the night she chose to leave. I also thought back to the novel 'Memoirs of a Geisha' where one of the geisha was performing a dance that was representing a scene in the rain. That image stuck with me for over 7 months -- it had to be important. I hope I did your character justice, Aki-chan.
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I started to think my dreams were nothing more than words, images in a book that were not meant to be taken seriously -- they were just there to spark imagination and tease. But when I saw those crystalline drops pattering against the window, singing a sweet lament for me to show them my heart, I knew I couldn't be part of this story.
Break My Wings
You're breaking my wings
You won't let me fly
You're silencing my dream
But you won't tell me why
Your lack of trust
I can see it in your eyes
I'll do what I must
To prove my worth in the skies
Alone in the dark
With a broken heart
You toss me a mask
Refusing to ask
Whether the shards of me
Will ever be
\Healed/
The wind kisses my cheeks
Tells how it loves my hair
It watches me dance
Whistling its love, its care
Rain longing to spin with me
Carried upon a delicate fan
Longs to be my partner
Tonight, it offers its hand
Stealing my breath
Calling my death
Why can't you see
That this isn't me
Chaining my spirit
This isn't who I want
\To be/
Who is this girl staring at me?
Lonely eyes in my reflection
A chained dancer pleads
Awaiting my decision
I do not wish to be
The princess of a "poor me" story
But the dance; it calls to me
You're wrong and I'll make you see
Spit on my heart
You've torn me apart
Darkened my light
Smothered my sight
I just wanna dance
Give me the chance
\To fall/
I just wanna be me!
Alone in the dark
Stealing my breath
Smothered my sight
Calling my death
Why can't you see
That this isn't me
Chaining my spirit
This isn't who I want
\To be/