six, seven, eight, nine

the black and white keys synchronize perfectly to the symphony i am playing,
they create notes that tingle my soul,
they dance as i force my fingers to run at high speed,
they know the arrival of the bumblebee,
the climax shan't be said,
i remember how the crowd cheers.

silver masquerade

Salam;
wow, it has been a while since i last updated.
i guess there's nothing much to be written and i don't want to fill my blog with rubbish. nobody cares in the end.
anyways, take care everyone.
much love. <3

this one's for you