Kurt Philip Behm

Heaven Waits (+1)

Counting spaces between the notes,

the music came alive

 

The melody deepened, the band on fire,

all bees had left the hive

 

Breathing in one fast refrain,

my lungs too full to stop

 

An Angel melts his pearl baton,

the Sirens blazing hot

 

New sounds created, harp destroyed,

the clouds all push apart

 

As heaven waits for one last riff

—to claim my beating heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

Nothingness Calls

 

Leading from today

into the past

 

Present state of mind

destroyed

 

The future an orphan,

waiting disowned

 

Hell’s pathway

—to the void

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)