And I don't want the world to see me, 'Coz I don't think that they'd understand.

-= Daniel "Sound Weaver" Parnassian =-

~* Savage *~

And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far

Silent Muse, creator of intricate webs of sound.
Hopeful
Sorrowful
Beautiful
Emotional
It had all been fused with the music. Every note, and every melody poured from the heart and soul, emotion dancing off willow'ed fingers and coming to life in the form of sound.
And yet for all that beauty, it still seemed empty.

He felt empty.

Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star ?

The spotlight could be a cold place, or that was what the Muse had come to understand through his constant hiding.
He couldn't face the world alone. Couldn't be the one who they all watched, surely the missing pieces would be discoverd. Vunerability wasn't a pleasant feeling.
Settled safely behind a shroud of anonyme was where he chose to be, for sanity's sake.
If no one knew, he was safe.
He would not, and refused to live a plastic life.
A fate so many other's had succumbed to.

" I'm not about to sell myself out."

When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you’re alive

Demure, and reserved..the fountain from which sage advice did often flow. An enigma, as always.. identity carefully concealed.
Guarded like a vault this one was, self-preservation being a survival key to an introvert such as himself. .
Silken tresses of darkened gold infected with sand licked in every which-way atop the man's head.. A wild and care-free topping to that tawny complexion. Gaunt curvature, coupled with boyish charm..A smile perhaps dancing across peach'd tiers if one was lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Eyes were of luminescent moonshine and evergreen..A swirl of color splayed together abaft ashen lashes.
Lank and tall, lean and slender.
Grace was never an issue with this fellow, never ackward..Even in with his gangly composition.
Limbs were of a stately design, always poised to statuesquely, even in the most relaxed of states.


Sleek, feline-like movements of practiced skill, skelatal digits jumping in dance along ivory keys..And from those smooth padded tips did flow sweet sound...Curling and weaving throughout space, like odd ghostly apparitions of the mist.

And I’d give up forever to touch you
’Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t wanna go home right now

~*~ Owner of the Crash N Burn Tavern. ~*~
(*) Note: Crash N Burn Tavern is a NO DICE room. That means the usage of dice is prohibited. Also, along the same line's as that..There is to be no destroying of the tavern, and so on and so forth. If you can't follow those rules find somewhere else to go or be ignored. (*)


The daylight's fading slowly
But time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
And I'm losing the will to try
Can't hide it Can't fight it

So go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny
This lovin' feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, yeah
Come on

And if there's no tomorrow
And all we have is here and now
I'm happy just to have you
You're all the love I need somehow
It's like a dream
Although I'm not asleep
And I never want to wake up
Don't lose it
Don't leave it

And I can't lie
From you I cannot hide
And I've lost my will to try
Can't hide it
Can't fight it

So go on, go on, come on leave me breathless

It's lonely where you are come back down,
And I won't tell em your name


(*) RP Profile. Credit for the words and shtuff belonging to other people, IE: The GooGoo Dolls, The Corrs, A wonderful writer of fanfiction and Savage Garden. As for the rest, the stuff that does belong to me, THAT is mine and plagiarism is like illegal. SL's needed. Questions? Mail me...Demure Cynosure@AOL.COM This page is still under large amounts of construction and is subject to changes..Thanks! ^.^; (*)