What could have been
February 14th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
A fleeting fugue tells me what could have been
fountain of glittering gold, for beauty’s sake
one last gesture of grandeur: lift your hand
before your life succumbs one movement make
And then relent, released into death’s silence
we will remember, muster all our power
to grasp and touch the master’s perfect hand
grand sweep of all we hope in this life’s hour
Death waits incumbent on fate’s fugitive
too soon you go – your fleeting youth betrayed
by a relentless and unyielding trampling
unsurpassed you pass away and fade
Reflection on the last movement of Mozart’s 41st Symphony. « Read the rest of this entry »
