The First Symphony Don't Blame Not The Pen for Writing

<h3>Oh just tell me what place you are going</h3><h3>So I will come fast much faster than lightning</h3><h3>Or like horses that cause chaos and clamor</h3><h3>Or thrilled with wine like a drunk in summer.</h3><h3>No longer can I be a heavy drunk as before</h3><h3>With love nor carry my frail body anymore.</h3><h3>It sways all the time as it carries my soul</h3><h3>That groans for your absence from me that's all.</h3><h3>The music I have heard with you still in my ear</h3><h3>Resounds and screams and this I can't bear.</h3>