The Unheard Song
The Unheard Song1 min 394 1 min 394
When you shall cross the bridges of pain,
there will be a whispering flute shining in your rain, my dear.
When you shall disappear in the melancholic dreams,
there will be a Beethoven's tune sleeping on your piano, my dear.
When you shall feel the red and scarlet skies,
there shall be a solemn theme peeping through your violin strings, my dear.
And when you will come looking for me;
I shall be at the end of your infinity,
writing your unheard song, my dear.