"Who are you ,you who lean over
my bed of suffering ? "
- '' -You know me,after all ,
I am the time traveler ! ''
-'' Yes I remember ...
It was a long time ago !
So I will present myself
before him ,what will
he tell me ?
I ,who have lived
only for music and fantasy ? ''
- '' he will say to you :
Sit down at this heavenly
harpsichord my dear Wolfgang
and play me the final of this requiem
that I commissioned from you !
And an indigo child will perceive it
from the limbo ! ''
-" Can it be ,traveler, that is truly
an eternal return ? ''
-Amadeus , the music of the spheres
is engraved in the score of eternity ! ''
-'' You can now rest !
I will come back and bow over your cradle .
In the features of a mother
who will offer you her milk .
You will recognize me ,
I ,the time traveler !
A compassionate hand closed his eyes.
his lips froze on a memory .
'' Sire all of Paris is enamored
with this little prodigy ! ''
His remains were carried
to a massgrave .
Like the music of an unfinished requiem .
This how men live .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 12th, 2025 10:09
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Comments3
Requiem in d minor one of my favorite pieces and I always wonder how different it might be if he had finished it for as I understand he wrote only a small part of it. A great poem
What an impressive composition ! Especially this sublime depth of the lacrymosa !
Indeed it is
A nice poem full of mystical imagery .
I like your dialogue form poetry.
Outstanding !
Thank you .I sometimes have extrasensory perceptions ! Madness has fascinating aspects !
Blessings of God with you.
Such a witty mind you have !
It can be a bit exhausting at time !
No worries , Genius !
Fortunately I have my (genius ) Ego under control !
That's good.
I think ego is a hidden enemy !
Ego can be under control not hubris !
This poem moves with its sorrowful tenderness. It is at once mournful and consoling: mournful, for the voice falters upon a memory; consoling, for the music, though unfinished, still lingers in the limbo, echoing in the hearts of those who listen. An incredibly profound creation!
Does nt fear incompleteness .It is there a promise of continuation .
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