Melody of love
Last drop of rain falling from the leaves,
And from the firmament sang the song of bitter and sweet.
Ilona, my love!
Hear the song of my love as time goes by
Of pale, of gloom, of love, of bitter, of sweet and of sharing!
I love you more when the 'Gloomy Sunday' is played,
You show me the everlasting beauty and love.
Singing the song of love on your lap I wanted to breath my last breath.
I couldn’t as I dreamed. I was buried nowhere but in your heart.
I was drawn away far from you by the necessities or writteness of the time.
I sit here alone on the logs for rest expecting someone very dear to you
On the seashore.
I feel your hot and warm hugs - fall in love.
I know your body, each molecule of your breath.
Flawless curve and the master piece of the omnipotent potter,
Thee nude, thee pure, thee flawless!
Lust of the sea on my legs, lust of the wind on my hair,
Lust of the sun on my eyes and love of my soul and body on thyself.
Flawless beauty of formlessness and namelessness.
Night is the most beautiful time of our day,
Journey unto to the uncertain ends,
Still cherishing the effortless prosperities of my life
I walk unto you as time goes by!
Days and nights transformed in to a single time, murdering the defined ego of theirs we live in timelessness.
Four walls of the concrete melting away on the lust of the sun shine,
Day and night transforming in to one on the lust of
The time,
Seasons forgot the order and stayed still on the lust of the nature,
Wind blew, but never came back to its cave on the lust of the firmament,
The frailty of love on the loved!
Ilona, I found the whole universe kneeling down before you.
My angel, my love, myself and soul!
A free bird, but always with me, Ilona.
You sacrificed everything,
Gave me everything-
Only for me.
Ravishing beauty and love of you made me mad,
Time stayed, seasons stayed, wind stayed,
The whole universe stayed still on the love of our love,
You were my breath, eyes, heart, and pulse- we were one!
'I’ve always said everyone must be free to decide'.
Andras played 'Gloomy Sunday',
music of love bearing 'the perfect balance of bitter and sweet'.
She loves us both with the same perfect balance of love, shared.
We love her,
Sleep on the shoulders of her eternal beauty and love.
'Gloomy Sunday', music without lyrics yet conveyed the message of pale, dark, gloomy, and the frailty of love.
He, never fallen in love, begins to love someone yet unidentified,
He begins to search for the words not yet carved down,
He meets his past, meets his love, meets his parting, meets his frailty, meets his longing for the parted love, and finally meets his last breath!
He, fallen in love, longs for the parted love.
Andras carved the words for the music and she sang it for the first time before me,
He who heard the message of the music met his last breath,
Andras found his resting place finally.
Now, she's mine fully.
No one to share the shoulder, to laugh with,
To dream with, to cry with,
And to share the soul and body,
But me myself again.
Let me hear it once more, music of love and...
My love Ilona, i love you with all my heart, soul, and life,
I hear the message of what Andras heard,
it's time to go, 'I’ll do as Andras did.
Hang on now:
'apres le deluge, tu!'
Grass is growing over you already, Andras!
I’m dead, just like you. i don't even have a grave.
Andras see her, the living memory of our love, soul, and freedom.
'Apres le deluge, nous'.
Drops of rain whispered me the story of her love for me.
Ilona loved Andras and me, but never betrayed.
Strange love, strange music, but perfect and balanced like 'Gloomy Sunday'.
She lives in the presenteness of our past memory,
We live in the presentness of her present memory,
We three live together in the presentness of the memory of our soul, united untill forever.
See Andras she is thinking of us,
Living in our memory.
Let’s listen the 'Gloomy Sunday'.
Here,
The raindrops, curly wind, sea waves, sun shine, seasons, time, day and night
Are playing it for us,
Song of love.
'It was written for love. For her, sixty years ago....
It has perfect balance of bitter and sweet....
It doesn't need words, it already speaks.
Hear Andras,
It’s just like it was'.
Let me sleep on her lap,
Let me breath her, for love will live through ages to ages.
Death can never conquer love, but love.
Let’s fall in love.
By Anand Mathew
The origin of the poem is inspired by the movie ‘Gloomy Sunday’ (1999)
Photography is the stills from the original movie.
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