5 Moving Through Life. Chapter Five: Sweet Dreams

Equipped with classical music washing the depths of my eardrums, it turns the humdrum of a past time, into a lifetime of acknowledgement and joyous frolicking.

I myself am a violinist, ever since my beginnings at the age of eleven, the violin and music taught me hard work and fulfillment; They describe me as a person, my character, my meritor.

Music always brings me back to you; You, who makes me reflective on love and the future.

You, whom I dubbed "Mr. Eyebrows", I enjoy saying it out loud.

You are a musical masterpiece, the centerpiece of men; You are a cartoon, in which the monsoons could never make irate. Your love raises us to the moon, out of the gloom from doom where together, we watch the starlights dance.

Gently, you carry me back to Earth, the birth and home where our hearts are enthroned.

In the sprightly twinkling enjoyment in our moment, you pull me close to dose your sweet kisses to my lips.

We sip our cup full of tenderness, something we wouldn't miss or forget.

You held both my hands and told me you love and cherish me, you promised it would never perish, even when we are both dead and gone; Entombed in our graves.

There we will rise in Heaven's Light, rejoicing together in eternal flight.

Imagining this sight, you then tell me "Goodnight, and may sweet dreams forever come true, from any moment, blue."