Poems from Josey_Raincloud
Soprano can be heard,
Well that's just absure,
Make the horns louder then;
Ein Heldenleben:
Richard Strauss.
Pleasure of sound;
Meaning to be found;
Ever a new direction;
Spiritual connection?
Music.
Punishment for sin,
Air filled with the din;
Hellfire and brimstone,
Now for sins to atone:
Dies irae, dies illa.
Scoundrels gifted,
Christians jilted;
Wagner delirious,
Salieri envious:
Talent.
Bodies transported,
Distances toted,
Removed from the house,
Dressed in a clean blouse:
Funeral home.