For a moment I thought I could forget you. For a moment I thought I could still
the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me nor
hurt me. How wrong I was? For the past no matter how distant is much a part of
me as life itself and you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me:
of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions that in all my dreams I
kept remembering you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings?
Would the love songs, the sweet and lovely smile in your face be lost among the
depending shadows?
I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make
myself forget you in silence and in songs and yet I remembered for who could
forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world
such as ours. I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting
to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The songs when sung alone will lose
the essence of its tune because you and I have been one. I have wanted this
misery to end because it is part of my restlessness. Can't you divine the depth
and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can't you see how I suffer
in this even darkness without you? You went away because you mistook my silence
for indifference. But silence my dear is the language of my heart. How could I
essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone. But
perhaps you didn't understand. Remember I came because the gnawing loneliness is
there and will be lost until the music is sung...until the poem is heard...until
you come to me again. For you alone can blend music and memory into one
consuming ecstasy. You alone.


a collection of random thoughts, gathered from past and present experiences...










