The Grievous Musician

Playing with your fingertips

on the strings of my weaknesses,

I don't want to be your muse.

I pray that you will free me

from the weight of your dire chords.

Thus putting down the bow of your

desires, kind of echoes inside of me,

I pray for my soul's ears

To get deaf to your harmonies!

Your hope is my despair,

A lullaby for my sorrows,

I am only the si minor.

From your score where you carelessly

drop the eighth of your inspiration.

How I wish I was nothing but a sigh

and not the reflection of your ego

anymore.

While the melodious flow of my tears

composes the sound of your harmonies,

I pray so that this prelude

marks the end of this sonata!

While my heartbeats give its rhythm

to the tones of your tempo,

I pray so that your music

finally falls in eternal silence.

While I keep chanting your lyrical works,

I implore your uttermost feeling…

May you stop directing my life!