Gravenimage

We met that night, when the sea ran high. And I craved for more of that nearlove experience. Those who the music hath then joined together, are now put asunder.... Remember me, when I lit the fire. To keep us warm. On a cold winter morning. Now I pass through the moment. Can I still recognize a beautiful melody... I play a note, but hear no sound. Have I lost my love or the wings I found. When I was young,,, ...and eager to please anyone who had time...