The Dirge Of Musicians - Poem by Raymond Cabrera
Our two musical worlds collided by sorrowful destiny
Or perhaps it was a modest stunning rhapsody,
But I could no longer hear, her cheerful symphony
Full of enchanted rhymes that brings me misery.
The latent repose of hers, halt my guitar from the right tune
Where the wavy sound of my violin will be over soon
And this gloomy piece of notes contain a million,
Severely, I was now alone and started an eon.
The saddest strings of a singing harp pierce to me;
Lines on her face, full of melancholic symmetry,
Miserable emanation of orchestra were quite unhappy,
Why God did revoke her from me?
The accord of late romance from dawn to twilight,
Her harmonious smile gradually fading out of sight;
I use to sing with her like ethereal birds in flight,
So with her dazzling faint tears resounds so bright.
I’ll sing to you the tormented song with a weeping accent
Along with a deep sympathy inside my heart’s lament,
Wish it resonate to your ears, my cries heavenly sent;
Will it ever be, heal the pain that I want to vent?
Spoil the every pitch of distress so I can finally die,
This will be my last elegy with a profound sigh;
Hum with me the hymn, together, you and I,
We will seal the heaven with melodious cry.
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