Where
once velvet chords would tremor
Like
the veils to the feather of a tungsten floor
Breaths
of inhalations deep, slowly
Columned
their way, unto
The
secret side of inner peace
Today,
a cold statue divides,
As
would the wall if still erect,
Coinciding
with the concept of birth and death,
To
which delusionary visions have been known to house
I
had grown so very fond of sound
Therefore,
It
does not surprise me at all
That
Amusia
Should
strike
It’s
deafening, defining blow….
Like
so many curtain calls
Destruction
tends to enjoy
Standing
above
It’s
bloodied prey.
Ha! I got the meaning of the title from your verse, at first I was like what the, insert curse. Then caught the pitch and so no defect occured and I got it without a hitch. But then so violent too, yet destruction does enjoy such a view.
ReplyDeleteGlad you were able to sort it out. Yep destruction does enjoy that view. Thanks
DeleteI can't imagine living in a world of silence. Although I do hate it when anyone plays their music and its bass so loud it makes my walls vibrate.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely write Fred.
Thanks, yeah I couldn't really ever truly imagine a world without sound and music, I love it too much, it truly would be beyond terrible. I was reading a case studies about people suffering from Amusia and other hearing loss disorders and I thought I'd give it a spin poetically. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks again
Deletesomehow this reminded me of beethoven when he became deaf by the end of his life ...this must have been horrible for such a musical talent...well written fred..couldn't imagine a world without music..what a sad place this earth would be
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