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!