Outside my window
a chorus grows
Into its rhythm, the world has
been thrown
The percussion assemble 
in the choir above
One by one the notes fall
Their melody of melancholy has begun
Their steady beat quickens 
my adagio to allegro
My heart softens 
its forte to piano 
Its closer than you think
But am I in the wrong 
For my music can sing 
Death of souls, creation of life
What shall thy bring
As you fall into silence 
I hear myself slow 
You renounce me of your presence
I loathe you for no encore 
You all but were my essence


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