Music
Could you tell me why it starts again?
Could I ever rise above the ground?
Why the music cause enormous pain
Like the touch of open hurting wound
Edvard Grieg like sparkling mountain stream
Coming down in shiny summer day
Pines and Firs are rising in the dreams
Mind and heart are wondering away
When you left? A century ago?
Voices silenced, faces got elusive
Is it any corner in the world
Where I could be sheltered from the music?
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