The symphony of an ancient dream
10/29 2023
An unaccompanied orchestra in an empty opera house
Sits defeated, violin and stroke aching for Faust,
Aching for simple redemption, expression supreme,
Of mind, soul and the dream.
It's a simple rhythm, it isn't played in lydian or diatonic,
But a quarter note hymn in the key of B sharp, slightly ironic,
Embracing the drawn square images laid out on the floor:
Rests, resumes and thirds, fourths, sixths, and sure,
The blue note of fifths, all awake to the movement of his brittle bones
Which rattle the chain towards winter's bane, and groans.
But now he sees that the room is not empty, no one flees,
A single woman in a dress, immaculately pressed, he sees
Bright auburn eyes, and an ear burning to hear the scream,
The symphony of an ancient dream.
"Tell me the story, I want to hear where it leads."