It tears my heart
this dissonance sublime;
notes like fractured stars thrown into darkness
all light extinguished ..
this soul-racked Opus 133;
one hundred and thirty-three ..
these jagged splinters of remembered night,
brave remonstrance, discordant;
the distorted echoes of a once-heard time
assault the vault of heaven –
clamorous with melancholy ..
But yet …
in that dark world
illumination flickered into hope ..
pure sound emergent,
more profound ..
an unheard melody disclosed;
reassembled stars tremble new-born to harmony …
that imparted light
the lasting, lucent gift of Opus 133 … .