|Eleanea's New Song -- Wishing You Were Here With Me
||[Jan. 2nd, 2009|07:11 pm]
The Warcraft Columnist
Eleanea sat in front of a desk, a map of Northrend to her right, an open journal in front of her. She raised her feathered quill and began to write. It felt odd to pen lyrics and musical notes after so long, but so, so refreshing.
You were once my dearest friend, my love,
You were all that mattered,
Then suddenly my perfect world was shattered.
Sometimes if I just dream,
I can hear your voice
And feel your warmth circle me.
Sculpted hearts and ringing bells
No longer mean anything.
Wishing you could hold me again
But simple dreams of you won't help me to do
All that you knew I could.
Cold gray skies and harsh winds
Seem so much like that wrong companions for you
When I think of your voice whispering to me.
You were once my truest companion, my one love,
Too long have I held back tears,
Give me the strength to fly again,
For there will be no more gazing at hopeless fears.
I'm coming for you, my darling...
Please keep breathing until I'm there.
If you shall die, then let it be in my arms,
So I may hope to press my lips to yours again,
So I can hold you one last time.
I'm just wishing that I can hear your voice again,
Just wishing that you were here...
Then, perhaps, this world would make sense.
You're more beautiful than the sun
And the stars
And the moon,
But why can't memories just die?
Oh, my dearest, wishing you were here
So I won't have to say goodbye.
As soon as Eleanea finished writing the lyrics, she ran to her piano. She knew exactly how the music would sound. Her fingers sat familiarly on the keys, and she began to play, closing her eyes. It was almost like a dirge -- slow, somber. But in the back, there were some...hopeful sounding notes -- if that was possible. Her voice wasn't exactly sweet...But it was beautiful and high and clear. (( Like Emmy Rossum's voice in the Phantom of the Opera. )) It felt so right, playing music. It made her forget all that she had done wrong, all the scoldings from the past days...It made her feel like her old self. As she played, however, tears started to fall on the faded white keys.
"So I won't have to say goodbye," she sang quietly. She finished the music with a compliation of slowly played notes before lifting her pale fingers from the keys. She gazed outside the window in her bedroom, watching the birds dart in and out of the trees. Slowly, Eleanea turned back to the piano and drew the covering over the keys. She laid her head down on it, weeping silently.
(( I actually wrote up music for this song -- I'm really pleased with how it came out. Sounds just like how I imagined it. :D Also...Emmy Rossum! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6QYCS8SQts&feature=related ))