"Shit!! Fucked up day!!! " I say, as I enter my room. The door smacks loudly behind me, soon after music fills the room. I sink down on my bed and let the tones fill my body.

"Would anyone believe me, if I told them that music is my world?" I think as I fade into an ecstasy. My body floats with the sad voice of the singer and we become one.

My room is not a normal teenageroom with posters of halfnaked popstars or actors and pink wallpaper, neither is there any babyblue bunnies nor 2 or 3 Britney Spears records.

My room is snow-white and all the posters are of gothic- and metalbands. They always look at me, white faces and black eyes, they never smile, but to me it is normal: I usually do not smile either. Forever the artists will decorate my walls, because they guard me, nothing bad happens in my room, my Isle of Music. I have 70 CDs, a fortune in vinyl and plastic.

The last tones of the CD fade as I rise and walk slowly towards my piano that stands in a corner with my guitar and tons of melodies, tabs and homewritten stuff. The piano is my favourite; it is sad but yet strong. Besides I LOVE classical music.

As a start I play "Führ Elise" a couple of time. It is good, because it stretches your fingers to the edge. Then I start on a slow melody of my own the words come automatically:

Born the dark,

Yet stranger to the night.

Flames are under your skin.

What do you feel.

Thoughts of our shame,

those imprints on your mind

Can you hear,

The choir of fallen angels singing?

"Drink the venom of the snake and be the poison in my veins!"

Your face holds no emotion,

No thought encircles your depths

Carved in expressionless stone.

Do yo even fell at all?

"Dry your tears the night will soon be over!"

II feel free after I have written the words. I have worked on this song for 3 weeks and now it is finally done. A little smile breaks out on my lips as I play the same melody on my guitar, the accords almost floating from it. I send a small prayer to my dead love the one who showed me the power of music. It is his old guitar I have inherited. 2 years have passed since he died in car crash, only 18 years old.

In a daze I remember his favourite verse in a song by HIM:

"Oh my baby, how beautiful you are,

Oh my darling, completely torn apart,

You're gone with the sin, my baby, and beautiful you are,

So gone with sin, my darling."

He used to cry when he listened to that song: "Gone with the Sin". I never asked him why I just sat beside him and put an arm around his shoulders. After a while he would look at me and say: "'Mione, you're the best girl I EVER knew!" I always just gave him a faint smile and a nod.

I still miss him a lot, but time erases pain and heals wounds to scars that will never go away. I sigh and walk downstairs to grab some food before my piano lesson. As usual there is nothing interesting to eat inside the fridge, so I just grab a handful of grapes and hurry out of the door. It is in the middle of March and the spring struggles to overcome the cold arms of the winter. I walk through a small park on my way to my lesson. The Cold Song of Winter is still being sung by the snow on the ground, but in the trees the birds are singing the Tune of Spring.... I always compare everyday events with music. Everything has its own song, which it sings in the Eternity.

I walk under the trees with the frail leaves, my black skirt flows in the wind, together with my dark brown hair. My brown eyes scan the couples out for a springwalk; they laugh, talk and snog. I shake my head and start running; or else I will be late for my class.

1.5 hours later I am on my way back home. It was a good lesson, my teacher listened to my song: "Child of a Fallen God", he really liked it.

The park is empty now, no giggles, no sweet-talking and handholding, just silence.

In the shadows I can see someone, who is moving towards me. An arm reaches out for me, and 10 seconds later I find myself staring into a pair of stormgray eyes. The boy is 2 years older than me, he is around 6"4 feets tall and has blond hair. He stares back at me then he opens his mouth and sings my love's verse of "Gone with the Sin".

When he is finished, I ask: " So you've come for me?"

"Sorry it took so long," He responds: "But now I'm here!"

My only reply is to nod. As our lips meet I finally understand the true power of music.

"Draco..." I whisper: " I kept our song alive!"

A/N:This is a little story about love and music.... I know it's a bit weird but I hope you like it. By the way: I own NOTHING....

Stine 9.b