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Rain fallen down in front of the golden church. Inside, a man stood playing the violin, as a woman in her white gown walked up to a golden haired man who was smiling at her. The man opened his eyes looking up at the couple and played the violin so softly then hit the string hard, as lightning flashes outside.
The wedding ended but the man stayed, this time in the churchyard and moved his head to the sound of the violin hitting so hard, it was as if an screech of an guitar wailing. You could feel the passion as the rain fallen. He played until he couldn't play anymore. He played all the times he felt alone and wanted the music to keep him company, as if saying that when the feelings are inside of him and shadows remain and he knows there is someone who can love him and nevermind the darkness and he can find a way and that nothing last forever, in the years of the november rain.
And yet...This man didn't stop. The violin carried him to the reception, he could almost hear the laughter and the sound of the cake being cut. Suddenly, something isn't right. Something is happening. The man stopped, dropped his violin and ran. Something wasn't right, something that means bad news.
The dark church lit by many candles. In the black coffin lay the wife, her face halfway covered by lace. The crying widow sat with his friends, looking ahead as the priest talked. The violinist stood near the coffin, his face stirred with sadness. He placed his violin in the coffin in her hands then walked on by the men as the bearers started carrying her now closed coffin out the church.
The girl was buried but the widow was crying still, his face facing the sky as the rain fell and the violinist held his rose in his hands then placed it down on the grave and looked over his shoulder at the man watching as he looked up tears still streaming down his face meeting with the endless rain then walked away from the grave and the grieving widow who still tasted the sad November Rain....
Darkness clouds his mind
Standing here all alone
For the sweeping of waves
Even as the sun kisses the horizon
Music that flows within
Skies fill with stars; his eyes on mine
His step was light as he approached
Long had it been since he played
Dreams of past love; lost within
How we longed to hear him
Divine violinist; beauty within a soul.
Never thought I could feel you as the way
Deep into an endless dream I see both of us
Listening to your heart beat |