The rich sound of the orchestra filled my soul,
Drowning out the thunder crashing through the skies
And the roar of the sea.
I was ten years old when first I heard the
Sweet song of romance,
The endless pain of death.
I was forever changed
And realized that
They spoke like no other voice could.
What song was sweeter?
Darker?
Nothing in my mind compared,
To the sweet song of romance,
The endless pain of death.
Staccato after staccato,
Trills and crescendos,
Even now chills race up and down my spine and I wonder,
Whose song is darker?
Sweeter?
None but yours and mine,
Our duet filling the sky,
Drowning out the sea.
Tra-la-la, my violin sings,
Ta-ta-tum you cello echoes
As we write our own concerto of
The endless torture of love,
The final release of death.
Listen!
We’re telling you our story.