You are still Nahawand
With every note and every beat and every whim and every intonation and every bit of hopeless passion. You are still Nahawand, in every sigh of pain and tinkling tear that draws her path on your loving face and every agony that you go through, taking me with you, willing or not.
And so will you forever be in every note of this most glorious of scales, most alive, most passionate, most desperate, as he and I. Whenever he is played, it is you he carries, and he will forever only carry you to me, and to me only, whether we both like it or not.
For whenever I miss you, I shall only have to go as far as listening to your heart beats in a place where he is played, which is everywhere. For whenever I want to touch you, all I have to do is pick-up the Oud or dance my fingers on a keyboard and you will be there. In a place most secret, most sacred. In a place most cherished. In the only place where you exist outside of my desperate heart. In Nahawand.
QED.
With every note and every beat and every whim and every intonation and every bit of hopeless passion. You are still Nahawand, in every sigh of pain and tinkling tear that draws her path on your loving face and every agony that you go through, taking me with you, willing or not.
And so will you forever be in every note of this most glorious of scales, most alive, most passionate, most desperate, as he and I. Whenever he is played, it is you he carries, and he will forever only carry you to me, and to me only, whether we both like it or not.
For whenever I miss you, I shall only have to go as far as listening to your heart beats in a place where he is played, which is everywhere. For whenever I want to touch you, all I have to do is pick-up the Oud or dance my fingers on a keyboard and you will be there. In a place most secret, most sacred. In a place most cherished. In the only place where you exist outside of my desperate heart. In Nahawand.
QED.
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