I see the sun
now that I have seen
what life could have been like
if I had only won.

I hear the rain
now that I have cried
without feeling the pain.

I feel the wind,
freeing me from lies and demons;
they've followed me for years,
all seasons.

I feel the cold now.
My feelings are frozen
from the life I've chosen.

A lonely,
unwritten letter.

How come
only unanswered feelings matter?

There's a flute,
a piano,
and a calming string.

There's nothing like dying
in the bloom of spring.