The Melancholic tune of the writer ...

The writer holds a pen close to the heart as any other musicians do with their instrument. When the night gets lonely ... and the world is too much to bear, your soul screaming out in silence. Your heart grabs the pen ... the curtain calls ... the stars is your audience and the world your stage. Word by word, you write them out, injecting each with sorrow from the inside of you so that the galaxy would feel it too. Let them experience and feel it. Just let it play, Let the tunes of melancholy be played ... Let it radiate from you and allow it to flow out into words because this is the least you can do.