Albinoni., how you transport me.....
how you unravel me
Self-contained is my passion....
Echoing 'Adagio' in an empty mansion....
How you must have wept
As notes gave birth to music.....
Such distance they leapt
the joy you must have felt......
Pain.. a sweetness that now remains..
Lifting me high with silent grace
Below lies all empty space
A reminder of man's endless maze..
I quickly vanish without a trace....
Leaving behind an echo of "adagio"
And fragments of a shrouded face.
