The gentle tone of her teaching,
In wonderous melodies, orchestral knowledge from a sweet teacher,
Education set by the awareness of harmonizing, delicate instruments,
Wisdom and foresight, cast by no other judgement but of a conductor,
Whomst hand leads to the ups and downs of the intensity, recognised
Ensembling in the beauty of a sinfonietta, sounds flows uninterrupted
Let the singing pendulum to your mistress's pleasure fall to the bottom, attached to the chipped illusionists mask of anticipation!
To this dance the mascarade does not crack in the shadow of sound,
A wise scholar would not sacrifice one topic relevant to learn to the passing time, to her students unfortune that is, cast in pure grief,
A wise conductor does the same with musical notes, the story flows,
With the moon high in the sky, time stands in her way, questioning her to dance with the devil amongst a distorted, whicked dark,
But resillient to the end, tough and with no distraction taking her focus the director of this event finishes the creation of art, an orchestra
A craftwoman of tempo and elegance always stands out after all, bringing the musical score to life.

~ Umi

I am falling. In a way of hoping or crawling towards darkness. At first, it was only a small piece of reckless emotions chasing one another. And, there was a thought of manageable continuity of love.
The days with thee was magical and special in terms of dopamine and serotonin rushing through my veins. Felt deeper the words that was light to mention. With split second there was a reply, an acknowledged endearment towards each other.
As day goes by, I felt the gravity pulling me downwards. A sudden shift of grudge and gladness. However, as time goes by, a mild sensation of desire of owning you. Eminent of catching and marrying you. But, earlier I saw the proofs of an undying relationship. Again, the sharp pain elevated. A sudden light bulb of me being a villain. A flashback of thousand words dispersed. The only words invoked. No tears revolved.
Thus, instant idea came up.

I love thee. But, you love thee. Once in a lifetime opportunity of being with thee. You must be happy. As high as you could be without me, in the circles you belong. I’ll let you be. As I let myself be. Choose the right path as God will make a difference in your life. I won’t hope of my own aspirations towards thee but, will continuously pray for thee. And walk through the walks of dusts

A free ocean mind
With piercing siren eyes
Beach golden locks
A sunset soul