Ballade No. 1 in G Minor, Op. 23

Fingers swiftly touch
Converts my tears to melodies,
Every breath to music.
Drop the note
And you will hear,
Pleasing sound of grief.

Aggression, aggression!
My hands moving,
My heart racing.
My soul and my ballade,
Knows I am pleading.

I demand to be heard—
Knocking on every heart,
Using the language without words.
I have lost it all and now I am empty.
Hear me fill your ears with longing.

Longing to reach you,
To feel this untouchable embrace.
This is called magic,
The magic our eyes can not ever see.

Enjoy reading this while listening to this song!


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