Leaden Symphony

Your fragile, wild and leaden hair

was a heavy hallo that you wore

miss Death geared her blackish mare

for her I opened up your door

Tears fell like a rain

what we fear the most is pain

Anguish was your sister

so close and sinister

as the deepest desire of one’s heart

Trapped behind the bars of your life

At one time the sound was knife

then just a needle far away

wicked laugh of fallen fay

She mocked you imitating your tantrums

weakness and fear

Blackish mare gallops

I sense her near

Scared of inner violence

to your gods you prayed

to merciless but rightful Fate

averting your gaze wishing for steady road

They put you in the cranky boat

Then sent it on the sea of silence

Delirious hermit heathen in his roots

with leaden rod he walks in leaden boots

you showed us the way: tones are our salvation

But what when body yearns for restoration

betraying you everyday?

I caress unruly locks

and feel that sadness, weight and lead

it shan’t take too long my dear

The guest I invited is here

it is you she mocks

Neighs the mare I shout at her:

Stop whore you don’t have the right!

You’re here to show us bright way through the night;

hear…

Your music fulfilled the room and outshone all the other things. 

The Death in sudden awe and dread

slowly inclined her dire head

in the lightest of all bows 

The human’s soul was given wings

Your fire fed the oven

whose flame shall lighten up our days

Melodies are glittering stars

I wept seeing the price you pays

Then I closed your tired eyes

‘twas last time my shaking hands

cooled the burning face

Sleep well, Beethoven…