Someday....you'll come back.

I watch as you live your life day to day, running though the same drudge day in and day out. You have no more passion in life, not like you used to. Once, there was such a fire that could not be contained, and I sang as you poured it into me, caressing me, loving me as no other could. I was warmed by your touch, by your love. The heat riveled the jealous sun in its sky, and all the stars swooned.
And then things changed. You left me here, unable to do anything but watch as you destroyed yourself. Do you think I like watching you turn cold? I look in your eyes and I see nothing but a faded dullness. Your spirit is dying, but how can I tell you that? It was only you that gave me my voice. Only you made me sing...no other.
And so banality crushes you. I weep my silent tears, my spirit calling to you in dreams. You hear me, I know you can, and I know you remember the warmth of the love you once felt and washed upon me.

Someday, you'll come back. Someday you will make me sing again. Until that day, I will call to you, in dreams, reminding you so that the world does not destroy your sole completely...

-Rose Red to Emilie....

(Picture of Rose Red, Emilie's violin)