marți, 26 ianuarie 2010


"This is a sad violin that everyone's listening to every day"

After the youngest member of the poor family disappeared, the middle child went searching for a new toy. The little girl didn't find what she was actually imagining to. She found a small instrument glistening in the light. It was an violin standing alone on the ground. However, she took it and since then she tried hard to figure it out.

"It chords are broken, it can't be repaired in any way"

The violin had just one defect. Its chords were broken. She tried repairing it but everything was in vain. Because the girl had such a beautiful 'toy', the other children started making fun of her and her beloved ones ignored everything that happened around the little soul.

"The sweet and proud sound of its music can't be replaced,can't be erased"

The sound that incredible instrument was making could've been heard from miles away but no one even glanced at the one whose hands and talent made it possible in the end. She went through a lot just to hear, to produce such beauty.

"This is a sad violin, once in a full of happiness child's hands"

When her family gave more attention to their only daughter, the shiny 'toy' captured their eyes. They took it away and with it, the child's source of happiness.

"Now he can't get out the same old sounds,he's been taken away"

Time has passed fast than anyone could've imagined. Over years the innocent child got through a lot of transformations, one of them being the one to the dead ones. Her soul is now in every girl who's happiness hasn't been taken away...yet. There are a lot of talented children but some people don't see it how they should. They take away their source of happiness and after this, they are the ones who're asking the annoying question: 'Are you ok? Why are you sad?' Like it's not obvious enough.


"This is a sad piano song,wrote in an abandoned house"

There is a child whose family was tragically hit by fate. Small and innocent, the little boy, whose name nobody tried to remember, plays in the mud near a grand, long abandoned house. One day, he has found the courage, also pushed by the criticism of the close ones, to enter through the huge black door although very old.

"In a huge hall full of spider webs,where no one can come"

The boy was so small and the hall he entered in was so large. He could have get lost without a trace. The long parlour was full of spider webs and ashes. It was scarier than the outside. Still, the little one walked forward without a glance.

"No one care, hope is just a memory of what we've once had"

Hours flew and no one realized the child was nowhere in sight. Or maybe they didn't care. The child's mother figured he disappeared but she didn't do anything. She didn't even looked after her youngest son. She just stopped hoping he's even alive.

"This is a sad piano song, made from a child who's all alone"

Inside the old house the boy found in the biggest room, once the dining-room where the high ranked people ate, a huge black piano right in the center. It was beautiful, the most interesting thing the child has ever seen. When his small finger collided with a white key, the soft sound has filled his soul. He could now do something in his life and he wasn't alone anymore. He has the music and the beautiful black piano.

"No one care, he's everywhere, but no one sees him, they're not believing"

The child has been always there but no one even stopped listening to one word he said. Now his soothing music can be heard from far away. That's how he can be present everywhere, or that's what he feels. Everyone hears him but they're not believing. They think about the unexpected, the fictional phenomenon everyone calls a phantom. If they would just listen closely they would see the truth. People are too blind to see what they have around and when they finally realize, it's already too late. It's gone.