Climbing ParnassusA Poem by J.P. Bristow
Addressed to my Beethoven, for cries fall on deaf ears:
As I watch, you travel further into your reality. I understand,
You break upon me, without hesitation. For you are a theory in greatness. They excuse your habits, with calculated ease- because you dare to master the music. Jealousy is in itself a more potent beast when given to those who desire a piece of your soul.
It was this honesty which you held in snow globe fascination.
Now, I am but a papered muse.
This is my gift, my curse, a warped description of love.
But I know the truth,
I embody afterthoughts –to violin strings.
In all actuality it is a laughable notion to literally live second fiddle. I know that I am a selfish creature, desirous and brooding. My failings however seem a compositional feast for your pleasure. Be that as it may, let me touch you without the need for cadenzas.
I ask the impossible-of you who paves precedence. I did not choose to share you with the world, but I knew the risks. And now that fame no longer quiet gives you the keys, I am fraught not with pains of loss –my Utopia revealed. It is a greater fear that drives me on.
For if I leave who will know you and not the music,
and stay the course for both your sakes?
© 2009 J.P. Bristow
Added on November 22, 2009
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