What is this painfull rhythm
when I close my eyes
and see your face passing by?
Too loud this selfish tune,
carried by this dancing heart,
accompanied by this singing mind;
between the rhapsody of the world
and the symphony of the universe
I play all my lives in a minor key:
who can tell me, who can say
who are you, who are me:
music of life should be harmony
so that anyone here can play.
“Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief, all kill their inspiration and sing about the grief.” – U2, ‘The Fly’
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