Once, i heard a beautiful little song being played on the piano, and it appeared to me as if the sound was sadness itself - the sorrowful acceptance of all the hurts and aches that life presents to any soul with some awareness... The slow melody of the piano that echoed that acceptance in such a simple way, made the soul walk with it into the dense forest of remembrance of this lifetime... and beyond...
Nothing takes away the vacuum of a lost touch, a voice, a face... a beautiful pair of brown eyes...
All that remains is that which has always existed, and some fresh new salty dews in the eyes, in the darkness of a quiet inner world, closed to everyone but the absent one...
Is the sea full of tears, or are our tears full of the sea... Where do our memories go once we disappear into the darkness of death. Does it go sleep in the depths of the oceans, to rest itself and settle down, and become the force of gravity that pulls everything inside so powerfully...
The keys of the piano keep playing the same slow sombre song, that keeps reminding me of those stories that once wove into my being...
