A Love Song
The last bit of warm hope the man had flickered out with his
candle. And the flowers he had so carefully chosen for her wilted and
drooped on their stiff green stems. A few dry petals fluttered to the
tear stained pages of scattered and empty sheet music. The strings on
his once bright and capable violin sagged in remorse. Mourning the loss
of a blossoming love. The pages had wrinkled and torn edges that had
been acquired over time, from many instantaneous inspirations of their
amorous artist. But all was to no avail now as the artist was lost and
his fondest memories of her beauty crushed. He sat now in a large
cushioned chair in front of his fireplace. Watching the last of the
glowing embers flicker and fade. Their light reflected in his eyes which
were wet with regret. But despite the comfortable seat and the warm
radiating embers his heart had been left cold, with no way in which to
warm it again. The last trail of smoke from the lifeless candle clouded
his sorrowful thoughts and muddled any shred of happiness he had
conjured from the deep chambers of his mind. He unsuccessfully attempted
to call the lovely images back to his remembrance. The short instances
where her hand had touched his arm, and the simple smile that melted his
heart. The cool smell of grass as they sat along the banks of the
river, talking about things that mattered to her. But that was all a
distant vision of what was. Which ended with a was, not how it could
ever be. His song was lost forever, for she no longer loved him. She had
moved on and he had become as wilted as the old roses that were chosen
for her. His heart was given to her and taken as she left. The last
refrain of the tarnished music repeated in his mind. It was the only
thread he had left to grasp as he felt his heart strings twanging and
snapping loose where they had once been firm and strong. The old and
worn melody faded from his thoughts. And the last light of the lonly day
passed under the darkening clouds. Leaving him alone. Lost in his
forgotten thoughts. And the last warmth of the ash was snuffed out as
the final lingering note from the violin was lost and covered by the
sound of mourning silence.
