I Can't Compose Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

[Dedicated to Reza Rahman]

She is trying
She is trying to bring her back
From the dead with his enchanting music

She is the daughter of Apollo
She is the wife of Orpheus
She is practically inseparable
She spend her time frolicking through the meadows
She is bitten by a serpent

He is composing
He is composing the terrible music
With his every breath and movement

It is so sweet and is so touching
That Hades gives consent to bring her back
To the surface of the earth to enjoy the light of day

It is a long way back up
And the lovebirds almost make it out
He looks behind him if she is still with him
And at that flash she is vanished forever into the dark underworld
Because he does not trust that she is there

But I can't believe this Greek Myth
Because I am not Orpheus
And I can't compose love with breath and movements