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.
Compensation:
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:Â tomatomatomato
I love the idea of “untold cryptic story.” I want to know more 🙂 Lovely writing!
Thank you for your kind words! 🙂