The Notes Fly Out
Disclaimer: Trigun is owned by Yasuhiro Nightow, Pioneer Entertainment and others. No copyright infringement intended or implied.
The notes fly out sometimes as if they are returning to heaven, and I stand there, a conduit for something bigger than I. Other times it is only mine, a cry... but still the notes are headed somewhere, aren't they?
As strange at it seems, the killing seemed only an embellishment at first, a new way of making the music. Playing against people instead of for them, what's the difference really? Nothing is forever except the music anyway.
Sometimes I think, I hope, that all this only came when he began to affect my mind. But maybe there was something dark in me all this time. Or something dark in the music itself, or in Sylvia... no, not that.
I can't fight him. I don't know if I ever really tried. I tell myself that it wouldn't have made any difference. He's the master, the beginning and the end.
It's the end for me soon... I'll be meeting up with his brother and suffering my pre-ordained fate, probably at Sylvia's hands. I pretend it doesn't matter, because who will listen? But the brother, he bothers me. When he joins Knives it really will be the end, and I'll have done my share to bring it on.
I can't be like Legato and rejoice. I can only tell myself that it is out of my hands, and pretend to believe that too.
I wonder sometimes where people go. Is punishment real? Is death or life even real? Perhaps I'll just play my own soul out, fly out with the notes, and finally know where they go.
Disclaimer: Trigun is owned by Yasuhiro Nightow, Pioneer Entertainment and others. No copyright infringement intended or implied.
The notes fly out sometimes as if they are returning to heaven, and I stand there, a conduit for something bigger than I. Other times it is only mine, a cry... but still the notes are headed somewhere, aren't they?
As strange at it seems, the killing seemed only an embellishment at first, a new way of making the music. Playing against people instead of for them, what's the difference really? Nothing is forever except the music anyway.
Sometimes I think, I hope, that all this only came when he began to affect my mind. But maybe there was something dark in me all this time. Or something dark in the music itself, or in Sylvia... no, not that.
I can't fight him. I don't know if I ever really tried. I tell myself that it wouldn't have made any difference. He's the master, the beginning and the end.
It's the end for me soon... I'll be meeting up with his brother and suffering my pre-ordained fate, probably at Sylvia's hands. I pretend it doesn't matter, because who will listen? But the brother, he bothers me. When he joins Knives it really will be the end, and I'll have done my share to bring it on.
I can't be like Legato and rejoice. I can only tell myself that it is out of my hands, and pretend to believe that too.
I wonder sometimes where people go. Is punishment real? Is death or life even real? Perhaps I'll just play my own soul out, fly out with the notes, and finally know where they go.