Night Music

Night Music


Times passes in the outside world but here remains the same.
Written in a trembling hand, the final words explain
that this room was to stay unchanged, a conditional bequest,
and with his final breath was born a room possessed.

In the darkest hours, when the moonlight falls just right
a melody, more felt than heard, gently disturbs the night.
A song of empty passion, each note forms a part
of a never ending composition of a broken heart.

When he was alive, the composer, collected with such care,
the greatest works of yearning and gently placed them there.
He believed that somewhere in them he would find a verse
with just the perfect words that would end his obsessive curse.

He toiled throughout his life time with increasing sadness.
Each year of his struggle marked a descent into madness.
He knew the answer laid there – the words to make him whole,
so he bargained with the devil. For more time, he'd trade his soul.

Each word, each phrase would call to him and could not be ignored.
He'd carefully transcribe them into sharps and clefs and chords.
He had formed a vision in his heart, born of ardor felt deeply,
that salvation from his pain lay in the perfect symphony.

The music became his passion, it meant more than life.
His obsession become paramount, it was as if a knife
had cut away the world. His mind was finally twisted
so that only he and the music remained...nothing else existed.

As all things worldly, over time, we return to dust.
His paramour is gone but he still writes because he must.
The color in the world is leeched, all is black and white.
Between the world and hell's realm, he's a creature of the night.

Of life, of peace of mind he is totally bereft.
The devil never loses. Time is all that's left....

Prompt for: June 24, 2014
Theme: Obsession.
Words to Use: Leech, realm
Words to avoid: Love, Need, Resist, Slave, devotion.
Additional Parameters: None.