Velvet curtains and dust...

soliloquy
love or carnal lust...
a stage of forbidden drama
velvet curtains and dust
bitter smoked candle lenses
forsaken sheet music lay on the floor
empty gilded box seats above
glowing spectacle no more
awaiting the writer
lost to his quill and flame
scribbling with ink stained nails
soaking parchment insane
in love with his blessed muse
he so jaded free
with his passion infused
soliloquy...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like "soliloquy" as bookends to this.
the writer plays out the play in his mind then puts it to words...
at first sheets on the floor in frustration...then he starts writing from the heart instead of the head, and it all starts to flow.
writing is passion and that has to be infused.
j.