Violins play, the harp sings, birds whistle, and we play it's breaking harmony. I sing to the flowers of blood that bloom forth. Melody is in time for love and hope. Our hearts will sale and fly like clouds drifting by. Flames of love of burn in my eyes as we dance in the beauties light. The whispering wind of a violin is the bleeding heartstrings of my heart. Candle lights shine a beautiful dim light, for it was I that played this breaking harmony.

-The End-