Salieri

No deep hidden meaning or confessional this time, folks...just a contest about Mozart's death that piqued my interest.

Oh why, Signore, would you curse me so

with gift enough to write in monochrome

and know the rainbow when it bursts before

my jaded vision? Heart as cold as stone

for you, my Father, whom I loved so deep

that I gave every ounce of praise within

each song, each symphony I wrote to keep

my soul forever Yours. I must have been

remiss somewhere, my Lord, that you'd bestow

outpouring melodies to this small twit.

I'm good enough, but he is great; I know

my star will fade, by his bright sun eclipsed.

I bid him write his Requiem, the piece

to bring his soul or mine to its release.

Reviews

[fargone]

hey, joel! ur a very versatile writer, sir. beautifully written, my friend.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

An excellent write as always............