Lovely

You once asked me what I thought of you.


When a song is played, the notes flow melodiously, beautifully, rhythmically.

But the piece is only as good as its very last note.

For that is the note which clings to the air, in suspense, holds its breath as it

awaits the audience's applause...

Your song was brilliant. Your song was graceful.

The end note was bitter, brutal, contradictory...

Repeats in my mind, engraved as a scorching memory.

The only note I seem to recall.