It was beautiful, and somehow it broke me
Those elves gather there where the call of earth still can be heard, in the midst of the beauty still so visible
There they find that which is left from the completeness of our world, and in all their flawlessness they call us, the incomplete, to join them
Yes, it was lovely
... Lady Nimlith was there with her graceful friends, the two hobbits so close to my heart were there, and even the harpist whose soul still remains obscured from our eyes was there, silent and mysterious as ever
So we sang and danced, rested our thoughts in the calmness of poems, and the moon lightened the ground where we stood, letting our shadows grow and find their places among us
And well, there I did it, let out my dream, for the first time. And they listened it, all of them, letting themselves follow the path of that melody, despite all of its fragility and robustness, giving it the space it needed, to live and breathe...
So sweet it felt, I had my moment there, and it was wonderful. And then
He started to play and I lost my balance
For he called the moon and skies to hail his tunes, and painted our longing and sorrow for us to see and feel, and the worlds ever so hidden were revealed to us for that painful, beautiful moment
And then, he stopped, and turned away
…
And now,
We are still here, with the silence that music left behind
And I have no strength to bear it
...
