Ode To Kitsch

This imagines a Romantic ("deaf ears do 'vade", Beethoven?) in contemporary times, regretting the overwhelming displacement of his kind of music by modern "kitsch"; more than pride, out of defeat.

The theatre bears witness to my lonely fears,
Soulless and empty though it's been for years,
Save the silence of walls - my deaf ears do 'vade,
Then final notes thou 'part.

And spare thus night to Romantics' Despair,
To timeless legacies here rest ensnared!
And I'll forget of seas of stale conformity,
Where hedonists of day rejoice...

They swim in their cradles of apocalyptic dreams!
Lulled by electronics and repeating screams!
Swindled by numbers, the impressions unsound,
Erase symphonies we'd gathered around...

O' theatre bear witness to my infant fears!
My warnings regress to ramblings vain,
My sonatas sink, my words decohere;
In moonlight here I leave history's remains.

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I love your word choice and this one, it's great to see someone using those words that's so often gathered dust and wither from disuse. You crafted beautiful imagery with metaphor and verbiage galore.