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. 
