Requiem

Stigmata of passion and burlesque  masks 

whose features will flow into the mineral ocean .

Wolfang composes in a palace full of swarming spiders

weaving webs in hours of humid  fever .

A shape wrapped in an obscure softness knocks on his door

a hand  holding out a parchment , secret messenger of destiny.

Master , here's the requiem verdict ,lines to engrave until the last ink 

The humble candles beg before they die 

at the last  note falls the feather 

the stripped  body no longer feels  the cold ...

 Wolfgang under a driving rain  ,musical fog for a flight,

a carriage  will bring  you  to  the light ,

your entrails thrown  into the common spirit

where genius, metamorphoses into decomposed particles

of the immortal sublime ...