On the blurred reflection of the mirror
the shadows come to me
with this burden of regrets
and these flowers with dried eyes,
designing mournful architecture,
bed of dead flies where my suffering
was born time and again ...
Mute and terrified toy ,
torn apart by the symphony of fate...
Decomposed final ,
thrown into the mass grave of the innocents,
my pen broke at lacrymosa's last tear .
'' Do me the favor of some light ! ''
I am so cold and the candles
cry and melt in the night ...
God and devil in dark suits
murmuring oratios .Deo gratias !
''Let these crazy children stop this round ! "
The boatman smiles sadly at me .
He's that stranger who has my face ,
or that of another who was my mask ...
Who will give me the coin
to pay for the crossing
in the name of a forgiveness
that may never come ?
The wise clock tells me :
'' Its late you have to sleep now ! ''
The good old piano composes
a strange rhapsody in bubbles blue !
I'm in a hurry ...
Beyond the mirror ,Porgy and Bess
are waiting for me in Paris !
Music never dies ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 2nd, 2025 10:50
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Comments4
A dark poem of a most gothic nature using most all symbols of death. Well written and more poetic than any horror story. Well done
Musical eternity transcends the idea of death !
As Plato wrote, music leads the soul to remember the divine. In “Rhapsody” it becomes that which survives the destruction of the body, the breaking of a line, tears and death. Music is the very coin with which the hero can pay the crossing. In it is forgiveness, light and immortality in one.
Musical onirism performed by the great bubbles blue orchestra !
Music as the memory of the soul — capable of surviving even death.
A very philosophical poem. I love it.
I perceived a requiem in blue ...
Very cool
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