The shimmering majesty of the lone violin

gliding and sliding through the centuries

alongside the staccato teardrops of the piano

and the moan of the mournful trombone

That, that is what they mean when they say melancholic.

And when the horns swell and howl

A lone voice cries out into the ether

before the orchestra shakes the earth itself

Cannons crack and boom into the hearts of men

the tempest splintering and shattering the audience

Into pieces of driftwood convulsing with dazed ecstasy

the majestic, fiery fury: white heat in our souls

That, that is what they mean when they say passionate.

From the untouched white of the cloudscapes

to the brimstone wastelands of Hades itself

nothing, no, nothing is unmoved by music

a holy tower of achievement; our achievement

The conductor raising bolts of lightening

With the brass, woodwind, percussion and strings

swirling in the note-perfect depiction of

The utter chaos of human emotion

love and fear and hate and trust and everything

will remain captured in these symphonies long after

the last man has turned to cold dead dust

That, that is what they mean when they say epic.

When the inevitable final peak comes

when silence is all that's left to play

before the world comes crashing down

that soundless moment: almighty perfection

in those moments you forget everything

your concerns, your memories, your name

in that one frozen moment when you are one

with the spirit of humankind in it's purest form

you feel a fresh joy; because with all things discarded

you are whole and complete: you are purity embodied

And it's the most wonderful feeling you'll ever have

That, that is what they mean when they say sacred.

Keyword: Imagination Encircles The World

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Posted by lemon 2008-07-14 16:51:28 .... VERY nicely done. You did great with your descriptions and your comparisons. Wonderful. I love the last stanza. Now for the nitpick :( I'm pretty sure you meant Staccato and not statacco in the third line because thats not a word. Second line in second stanza 'a lone voice cires (cries?)' in the last stanza 'before the world come(comeS) crashing down' I really liked it though. It's going into my favorites =] + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-07-14 17:38:07 damn you lemon but ye ye ye it was pretty good i enjoyed your prescriptions, but im not too shore on the music... well actually the music was pretty good.. ill give you kudos + Report this comment
Posted by brandon_scott 2008-07-14 18:01:51 .... This was an excellent visual poem. The descriptions were ideal, and it flowed very well. I'll nitpick, too. You should invest in a new "period" button for your computer, because there are several places that need one. I assume that yours is just broken. Lack of dots on the page aside, this was an outstanding poem! + Report this comment
Posted by soulwriter 2008-07-14 18:03:17 .... Believe me, I need periods...like a woman needs wet dreams. Ahahaha...I made a pun. + Report this comment
Posted by June Eclipsis 2008-07-14 18:29:19 ... I thought this was brilliantly done! I, myself, being a musician, was able to relate to all this. Playing classical music isn't play. It forces you to face emotions hidden deep within you that you do not want to come in contact with. I'm sure there are many people who feel that way. Music is the purest form of expression and it exists in all cultures and perhaps even within the animal kingdom as well. Any way, the imagery was absolutely wonderful. That is truly how a poem should be. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-07-14 22:02:16 .... Yes, June i definitely agree with what you had to say about music. i feel the same. as for this piece, thought it was well thought out and was just purely brilliant. + Report this comment

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