Silent Serenade

by **Roma-_** Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:29 am

The voice lays in deep slumber,
suppressed in a world so sober.
It always has something to say,
but ever since, it does not find a way...

The music wants to be played,
the sonata that shall never fade.
It wishes to resound and to echo,
but how, if the music remains low?

The song is ready to be sung,
a passion that has never rung.
Sealed with the chain of fear,
expressed with a drop of tear...

There goes my silent serenade,
as a product of love, it has been made.
Until the break of dawn, let it strive,
until it has been heard, let it stay alive...