The Platform (Part 2)

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The Platform (Part 1)

At what cost

Did the angelic voice surface?

Sieve the countless hours

Of studio presence and pitch perfection,

And all that remains,

Is solitude.

Friends, lover, all vacant

On board her vessel of success;

She would always ask herself

If it was all worth it,

Leaving a part of herself

To become someone else.


Her music unveiling

An untold yet cryptic story

Of those she left and still loves;

Hoping it gave them consolation.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: tomatomatomato