Strumming and beating a heart and it's strings elatedly, br fixing them in tunnels of time. br br Playfully interpreting syllables of every note into and br out of perfect measures of every composition. br br Often listening in solitary pensive moods, hiding away, br not wanting to be bothered or talked to. br br Taking all emotions and tenderly laying them in beds of br roses where they can sleep the reposing sleep of a br deadened life. br br No more wanting or hoping, desires being left unfulfilled br for an eternity. br br Living a lonely life and finding expressions and meanings br of another life coming soon to pass without another word br being uttered from lips that are closed forever in the br throes of death tonight.br br RoseAnn V.