like a barbiturate, Your opus is
cascading in the corners of my mind,
comforting my frantic consciousness,
till I am veered to the celestial sphere
my penchant for music has grown so fast;
to your clarion notes, I am moonstruck
such exceptional highbrows in the art
exceedingly admired and also begrudged
here I am with an inner desire to paint
words in the miasma filled with meteors;
I have made my behest to all the saints
but, all I was bestowed is the gift to see
the incantation behind your symphony
the kind blanketed with tranquility
BRAVO, BRAVO,
(I would write a more comprehensive
critique but clearly, the loud cheers
form the crowd would drown out all
that I would have to say, so I will
just join them in accolade...)
BRAVO! BRAVO!