Your Hollow Heart

The slow, sad death of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Your pale face
as white as your ghost
that haunts still today,
stares into every pair of eyes
with your own pearling white's

Violins screech
the pianos clud
the horns wollow into a hault
all of their players,
their player's look into your eyes
and your pale face
they have never seen a ghost before

The musicians all stand,
stand in your presence
they raise their hands,
throwing their palms together
they clap, they clap
like the timpany drums
of your once existing
quick heart beat
of a heart so heavy
you couldn't bare of it yourself

As soon as
"Symphony of a Lifetime's Work"
reached your interest
your heart, your heart
collected the debris that you inhaled;
debris of the ink in your quill
your heart, your heart
it gained more baggage
more! more! o LORD it sank your pride!

This heavy heart of yours
it weighed you down
to the dungeons of your luxury apartment; your past life
your heart, your heart
it collected the debris that you inhaled;
debris from the dust on the cold walls
that you never cared to clean
in preparation for this fall
your heart, your heart
it tangled its arms around your neck
oh my, it strangled you!
it rid you of your last breath,
the breath that escaped your lips
in a small cloud of fog
that vanished into the dungeons
of your now hollow heart. 

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

Truly sad, the way some people choose greatness over common sense. the world would have been a much different place if mozart had lived to be hundred years old. Could you imagine all the music he would have created!
Great flow to this tragic tale.
Thanks for sharing! :)

[Elise O'Haire]

Wow. I play the piano and I'm actually working on one of Mozart's Sonatas right now. This is really very good. I like the "highs" and "lows" to it. I could picture someone reading and their voice rising at some parts and lowering at others. Oh well, that's just my imagination. =) Very good. Loved it.

Elise