Perhaps lamented melodious tones would be left inside my mind,
And the sky dies in silence,
When only the woods catch my eyes
It plays within to fill it all,
When nothing else is left
Somehow reminding me of what once was,
When my heart is left bereft
Can I feel it anymore when I'm lost in the delusive notes?
When all the air presses airless,
It leaves me haunted.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Fas, in the year 483 AD.