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LE DERNIER MENUET
THE GREY SHADOW
I
alone know what your heart holds for me,for I too met
the grey shadow,the
compass of an unmarked grave ,
that keeps haunting the world with its sacrileged
burial
I
alone know what makes your soul earthbound
all the thorns thrown at once in
your heart of immortality
by one selfish rose that forgot that one unique
promise
I have heard your sobs, Amadeus,they flow
under the Appolinnaire
bridge, along with mine
I
alone know what your lips truly said about the silence,
on your death bed
lonely and forlorn, you called on the drums,
to chase away the grey shadows
that keep paying for
the silence of the human conscience with bags of gold.
holocausts of the world silenced everyday in the hearts of
the musicians and
the poets. Play Mozart, play..
your
grave and mine
are united in the ashes
of their cold words
A menuet
reborn
like a sphinx and I will let you play to me
unconditionally...die
Amadeus, die please.
the scriptures of your death are is my heart...The words
I keep writing day after dayto chase away the silences
between the words
and the notes, your unmarked grave.
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