~My last alive Opus! ~

Anne Vallayer-Coster, Attributes of Music, 1770.

~My last alive Opus! ~

I am a poet, as they say …

Plattering me one formidable silver lure,

But I wouldn’t give you out,

For the rarest of the choicest of words,

Because YOU—my muse—are too beautiful,

For them, to behold!

But someday I would implore you,

To get off the back of my thoughts,

For then I may tend,

To the things, muggy, monotonous and mundane,

Because YOU—my plunder—are too uncommon,

To be anything but my love, my soul!

Someday when I am lost, and thirsty,

And hungry for something prosaic and more,

And they give me a choice, to barter the ethereal you off,

Know even then, I would not lose you,

Choosing to rather die, keeping your elusive side alive …

Ergo love,

The sound of a hushed sign of our only vow,

Ricocheting against the closed barred window,

Kissing the domed multi-octave off-white ceiling,

And then into the faded walls, pumping the clear symphony,

To paint the doors, with concerto faith, ‘fine red and bright’,

Only to ask for one last least lyrical favor of you,

“Stay till the end of mine! Stay! You will, right?”

My last alive Opus that YOU are ……