The Poet
The Melancholic Musician of Hidden Love
I play what words cannot say.
Music is my language, and silence my companion. I have lived between notes, in the pauses where unspoken truths reside. I have loved in glances, in shared silences, in songs that say more than I ever could. My instrument is my voice to the world, and to one woman, it whispered a love that lingers like the last note of a fading song.
What I'm Into: the pause between notes, my lute, her quiet smile, monsoon rain on rooftops, melodies that remember
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