Of Heart, Soul and Son .... ( unedited )

             He left the room... The door closed silently behind him and I lifted myself from the chair without a drop of energy. One moment laterr I was fighting with my moral principles but still my hands led me to the library shelf of coloured books. I found the thing I was looking for. In a book of romantic poetry, the folded papers which showed evidence of the heart transplant he paid dear money for, were clear and bright in front of my eyes. He was rich enough to have a camera in the room and I knew that he was watching me at that very moment. We both knew what was to come. He entered once again. I did not panic . I did not react. He started scanning me from head to toe but I had no  fear for i knew how to handle the situation
 So.... you did it.. he said...
No, I did nothing! You already knew what I would do so it is you who did something. I had no certain evidence that these papers existed but you were sure that I have come to look for them.... I am now so convinced that you did itt and I did nothing... so the fact is yours......
 What ?
Exactly just that.....
You do not have the right to......
But Sir, is it your right to steal one's heart? How could you take his life with only a shake of your hand? How dare you cut the flow of energy just because his beat is so melodic it brings you down? My son is now so cold and now that I miss him I cannot touch his tearful face just as I did before he told me he was to fall asleep....
 So, what will you do to me now? What do you want from me?
 Nothing more than to know....  I will now tell you a story which made me sure of how to find you....
  * 1. Writting Music:
  My son, the musician is writting the rhythm of his heart for those he loves, for the Sun and for all beings. As a new image emerges, a new flow makes him work the mixer for a new song and a new trend in music. Why is he a fusionist? Because he finds morphology in the meaning of a song and applies the function to the listeners thus making another experiment for the audience. His heart heals the sickly and brings love to the ones lacking it. HeartHunters allover the world are after him till someone else is ill and on the verge of dying. that person can sing with a great innerness that transfigurates the world in a bliss of tears and can manage thoughts at a fingertip. This boy's father. the creator of a SoulHunter organization wants to save his son and would do anything including the capturing of the purest Universal Heart.*
  * 2. SoulHunter Daddy vs. WordManager Mommy:
  Thus I found you in a structure of words which I felt so close and so familiar that the letters brought me to you in a game of harmony. I can now look into your eyes and tell you that you did it. I have nothing more to give though I understand my words make you want more and the confusion which wants more than the wanted ones had ever wanted will bring a wanting that might be not a desire but a warning threat. Do not tear your son open again! You will cut him to peaces implanting everything you find and it might not be what you expect. I wanted to meet your son and tell him that his heart belongs to a memory and that he should spread his wings now that he can link to creating as well as singing. No other intention did I have in mind and none will I have from now.... The only thing is that your money might not buy yoour son's life one more time....*
  SoulHunter started extracting all the letters and words from my chest as I worked on blocking his quality without success....
Dad....?
  Poor convalescent with a new heart who entered the room at the inadequate moment... Both of us looked at him and sent the attacking flux over him, his brilliant soul and beautiful new heart. He quickly cried in shock and then turned into bright light and dissappeared for good....
 Silence..... nodding.... tears...
 Did we?....
Yes... we both did it and our sons might write and compose together soon.... only not for us but for the stars...
 We both turned away and left with sorrow in our hearts....
 Hanging on to a memory....
 Maybe some day we will create a different heart and soulfelt, wordful hunted melody.....