I was in love with music and she was in love with me.A muse unwanted flying to the East toward the sun.I was in her way .A solid black onyx ,a geode of humanity.
Unfeeling,bereft of hope and passionless.

The collision was ecstatic and fatal.I died .I was reborn as a hearing,seeing
being once more.My muse ,my music found me .Had she been searching all her life as had I?I think not ,for muses cannot be concerned with such exhausting tasks.

They are made of exhalations from the rising moon and setting sun.Pale and yet
enormous in their touch.I sensed the stardust on her palms would heal my soul.
It has and now I'm whole.

Come with me to see her grave and let me tell of how she died.I dread the lonely evening's grasp.Perhaps my tale will make you stay ,at least until we reach the
turn that leads you on another way.

The night grows cold.Where is the moon?Here take a swallow from my flask.
I hear some creatures in the dark.Do you?
Imagination?Yes I do suppose.

Just down this path is where we find the door that leads us under mountains
and through walls.You must believe or we won't make it through.The way is narrow
and the air is thin.

Don't hesitate ,oh don't pull back my friend.I promise I shall guard you with my life.A chill?Ah yes ,a chill so deep and cold as frozen wings of angels in the heights.

Now look upon the casket in the wall.You see the likeness carved with loving hands?
Come touch the music flowing from her lips .Even in death she reaches to inspire.
Can you feel the surging in your heart?The bright desire to sing here in the dark?
Just think what lyrics swelled when she ............but let me start from where it all began.

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