Sometimes , the person you’d take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun.
There used to be a time when I was shining like a sun when I saw you, when you were here,
When you were my present and my everything, when you simply cared.
Now that you’re gone and given to all others and all circumstances
I find myself alone with Bach.
I need no angels, no pity, no muses, I’m just me with myself and my solitude.
Bach, my old friend, was right writing his music knowing
That all sound and thing in life has a purpose.
So just like him I bow my head in humility and quiet under the hand of the same Creator
Of the harmony of body, sound, mind and soul.