Spring. Coda. Encore.
Nature’s endless sonata
Slumber’s wake like finale’s end
A new phrase. Pleading tone.
An exposition like no other
Spring’s sweet glissando
Dolce. Dewdrops. Honey.
Adoration. Rejection. Regret.
Mournful tears of joy will never forget
Mist hangs on the fresh green fields
Birds chirp staccatos
Wind blows legatos
A homophony of melodies
Alone. Nevermore.
Where lies ring and echo
pierce through each leaf each petal
Where spring brands a heart-shaped tune
To live, Desperation.
The melody’s last implore.
Summer. Unknown harmony.
Storm of sun shines bright
Like the thunder booming
Hear me here. Me
Sound but no sight
Without the slightest warning
A Blasphemy.
Utter chaos. Crazy.
Summer’s interval longing. Last
A strange impromptu of yearning.
A false scherzo of spring.
Just only an interlude.
And yet the fiery passion
Desire holds true
A pitiful happy symphony
Autumn
Hardwork’s etude
Prep. Sweat.
A lasting effect
Indeed a Short Sonatina
Farewell to all
The end is near
A small goodbye
Of seasons, Counterpoint.
Like the moonset. Fall
Winter. A monotone.
The heat and pressure
Ice. Cold. Torrid hail.
And yet a polyphony
Unkind. Unforgiving.
Blood-stained ink. Pure lotus trail.
Grace of Grave
A fugue of white
Requiem for the yet living
Winter’s sonata
A yearning. Nothing.
Dissonant until
Harmonious but still
Like love
Eternal never.
Nature’s endless sonata
Slumber’s wake like finale’s end
A new phrase. Pleading tone.
An exposition like no other
Spring’s sweet glissando
Dolce. Dewdrops. Honey.
Adoration. Rejection. Regret.
Mournful tears of joy will never forget
Mist hangs on the fresh green fields
Birds chirp staccatos
Wind blows legatos
A homophony of melodies
Alone. Nevermore.
Where lies ring and echo
pierce through each leaf each petal
Where spring brands a heart-shaped tune
To live, Desperation.
The melody’s last implore.
Summer. Unknown harmony.
Storm of sun shines bright
Like the thunder booming
Hear me here. Me
Sound but no sight
Without the slightest warning
A Blasphemy.
Utter chaos. Crazy.
Summer’s interval longing. Last
A strange impromptu of yearning.
A false scherzo of spring.
Just only an interlude.
And yet the fiery passion
Desire holds true
A pitiful happy symphony
Autumn
Hardwork’s etude
Prep. Sweat.
A lasting effect
Indeed a Short Sonatina
Farewell to all
The end is near
A small goodbye
Of seasons, Counterpoint.
Like the moonset. Fall
Winter. A monotone.
The heat and pressure
Ice. Cold. Torrid hail.
And yet a polyphony
Unkind. Unforgiving.
Blood-stained ink. Pure lotus trail.
Grace of Grave
A fugue of white
Requiem for the yet living
Winter’s sonata
A yearning. Nothing.
Dissonant until
Harmonious but still
Like love
Eternal never.