The screeching sound of violins

The screeching sound of violins

...

The screeching sound of the violet violin's echo.

As every flake of ash rises and melts away,

As days gone with time's breaks.

Lost in their own thoughts.

Soaring without restraint;

The fire has spoken.

Yet remains untouched.

As the view of all.

My burning dreams lie together in a single flame.

All things soft and hot, fierce and bright.

They are both the reflection of my past and future.

Yet stay only in the heart of the future flame.

Then I let go of all fears.

All doubts.

I become one with all things.

Of the universe.

We are one and the same.

The flame does all of this for us.

All of us are connected to one another.