A Fifth Dimensional Curve

A fifth dimensional curve bends the black key

Playing a symphony moonlighting the beauty of Vienna

Creating a sound that illuminates a nostalgic fragile essence

Thus of my tears a musical elegance to convert light

While orchestrating these perceptional day dreams

Viewing the ingeniousness…once held as madness to the common man, my will

And in my own thoughts I sit as a fool, a jester

Justifying my own insane reason to remember what made love so sane

As at the end of any love 

The only chords known are that of a requiem

Thine-ing thin strings a lackluster melody

Composed so dark

 It was as if Hades himself was whispering your own demise

Viva Voce (with a living voice) so…sinister and cold

Mocking a divinity that was always revered as everlasting

Using me as an instrument amidst this perpetual score

Having my life…a fading composition to do battle against heavenly holy hymns  

Yet, there among the impending, looming, deaf-ing drums `

Between the angelic voices hailing from those sopranos

Tender memories becomes the bases of my reality – A concert of emotion

Leading up to the climax of it all…that which cripples my passion to feel affection again

 The simple subtle words of…

…I miss her…

…With every tormented fiber of my foolish heart.

~ Paradise’s Poet ~