Life journal 21
Softly touch the wooden floor
Trying to remember the old feelings
They start to move, slowly and clumsily
With the melody singing in the heart.
As they trip, stumble, then fall
Their skins go red and comes the nostalgic pain
Along with the memories of those good old days
When they could dance joyfully on these strings
For hours without feeling bone-tiring.
Happiness, sadness and pain
Overwhelm by the second they move
How they wish to be back again
To dance, to play, and create beautiful sound
Before that one moment destroyed everything.
Here they’re now, trying and striving to thrive
To get back, and to get better.
So that one day, they could bloom once more
And be at ease, in their own world, with music and love…
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“I wish that I could play again
To the melody that sings in my heart…”
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