She didn’t want to die

She didn’t want to die…
Those mornings with pain
Were painting the yearning corridors
Up to the memory’s hills
Where friends gathered the life’s symphony
Playing guitars and dancing with joy.

She didn’t want to go
Over the darkness’ mountains
Writing the letters deep in the heart.
Pitches and notes speak wretched to the skies,
A silent breath covering the fantasy
Up to her memories hills.
Where music rejoice was her life.

She didn’t want to leave
The beauty of dreams, far from the stab
Of cutting her rhapsody in thousands bleeding pieces
Yet a refrain of soreness sung the lyrics of death
Up to the memory’s hills
Of friends gathering life.

© Simona Prilogan