Music makers

To the sparrows that sing no more
And the snowfall I could never see...
To the bit of me I left in the past,
To the one I would never be...

Letters, that we send no more
And thoughts that die unsaid...
A tale of love, I never wrote,
In memories, a life unlived.

How you shatter my illusions one by one
Hanging, between hope and despair;
Every breath, a moment lost
Life, you're a disappointing affair...

And yet, the sound of rain makes my heart sing,
I talk to my dreams in the silent hours,
And yet, I remember fragrances and colours,
Words, that bloom like paper flowers...

Faith, where do you come from,
I smile and cry with the same ease,

How did you find your way to my heart?

I live, as if, for eternity...

The breeze, stuck in my hair,
Brings to me my own scent,
I stop by trees, to say hello;
Each withered flower I lament...

And like those flowers, I must wither
Yearning to be one with the wind and earth,
I close my eyes each night to die,
Each morning, they say, is a rebirth...

How would I die, if I never lived,
If I never loved, if I never failed...
How could I live, if I have to die?
Is fear my mate, or hope my foe?

From the rainbow, I picked the brightest red,
From sky, a passionate grey,
Silver linings from clouds I stole,
My adornments, for the dispirited clay...

And together, with wind and rain and clouds,
I sang the lost sparrow's song...
My stay shall be quiet, but not silent...
My music shall echo when I am gone...

~Saba

P.S. Energy is never destroyed, just transformed... even the clattering of a keyboard creates sound that shall never die.