LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The sounds that fall from the piano

Are tears dressed in velvet and silk,

Soft, delicate, they glide through the air,

As if telling secrets that the heart entwines.

But in the most intimate hours,

When the night is thick and the silence deep,

The violins, jealous, tear through the space,

With sharp notes that wound the world.

It’s a dialogue of contained emotions,

Where the piano weeps sweetly,

And the violins, in their rapturous passion,

Transform serenity into madness.

Together, they create an intense melody,

Made of contrasts, of pain and beauty,

Where each note, whether of silk or tear,

Reflects the human soul in all its purity.

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