A mouse gracefully glides over an album;
Skimming the songs her current mood calls for…
This one in particular.
A haunting tune, a husky voice, a wispy falsetto;
As the music fills the cracks,
Fumes of nostalgia travel through her eardrums.
A sombre melody transports her back to a different time;
Happiness was once abundant, everything else deemed redundant.
A wistful smile and half-hearted sigh;
Paired with dilated pupils inside glazed eyes.
A stinging sensation of heartache engulfs her;
Yet a fragment of joy still lingers,
Within her very being a silent film-like melodrama breaks loose.
Varna
