An Ode to a Great Composer...Schubert
After watching an opera by Schubert I was inspired to write this. It is beautiful and full of pathos and the images depict the essence of this piece....enjoy
The Journey begins
Along pathways white with snow she rides
In carriage pulled by four horses
Her head is covered by a cowl black as night
Dark eyes peer out her voice a melody
A stranger too she came
Her hair like gold flows down her back
His dark brown across his brow lay low
Marriage it was spoken of by mother of the child
Her love for him intense
The child looked on with hazel eyes
Seeing all but saying naught
In carriage pulled by four horses
Her head is covered by a cowl black as night
Dark eyes peer out her voice a melody
A stranger too she came
Her hair like gold flows down her back
His dark brown across his brow lay low
Marriage it was spoken of by mother of the child
Her love for him intense
The child looked on with hazel eyes
Seeing all but saying naught
Where his love would go
The world was grey
The road now covered deep in snow
The young man gay in bold Hussar suit
Epaulets of gold buttons too
His face in sadness hiding grief
He knew not where his love had gone
A journey through darkness
Shadows in the moonlight
And in meadows where golden husks wave in the wind
Red poppies spring
The road now covered deep in snow
The young man gay in bold Hussar suit
Epaulets of gold buttons too
His face in sadness hiding grief
He knew not where his love had gone
A journey through darkness
Shadows in the moonlight
And in meadows where golden husks wave in the wind
Red poppies spring
Dance of Death
Over their shoulder
Peeps the messenger of doom
Skull like his white bones with holes
For eyes and mouth
Death's head it peers out
On stage the ballerina spins
Laughs and pirouettes
Tiny pointy toes inflame the crowds
Her movements quite sublime
More, more they shout in one accord
Peeps the messenger of doom
Skull like his white bones with holes
For eyes and mouth
Death's head it peers out
On stage the ballerina spins
Laughs and pirouettes
Tiny pointy toes inflame the crowds
Her movements quite sublime
More, more they shout in one accord
No Returning
The wind it tuggeth at my heartLike rain emotions drain
Drops of tears run down my cheek
Puddling into a pool around my feet
Where can I go
Except upon a journey from which there is no return
Into a vast wilderness I travel always searching
Myriads of people passing by
Clothed in raiment beautiful and tattered too
He
Him
The searcher
Under his arm he carries a skull
Its grinning face in upward gaze
No peace will you find till you are mine
No peace anywhere
No Shelter
Under midnight star filled skies
The hussar waits to find his love
Beneath bare branches
Of once great trees
That bend before the angry wind
No shelter there for him
And overhead in lovely motion
The crows sweep filling the sky with black feathered wings
Their cawing a raucous melody
The land below blurred
Melded into diverse shapes
The hussar waits to find his love
Beneath bare branches
Of once great trees
That bend before the angry wind
No shelter there for him
And overhead in lovely motion
The crows sweep filling the sky with black feathered wings
Their cawing a raucous melody
The land below blurred
Melded into diverse shapes
The End
Tears are shed in memory of my love
Black gowned the mourners gather
Eyes that once were filled with light
Dulled now in nothingness they gaze
The young child runs he looking for his sister
His mother holds him protective arms
Her pitying eyes mourn too
Knowing he cannot understand the
Death of one so dear
The bridge across the Danube
Lined with statues fair
Lions head rear up
Budapest a city beautiful to view
Is where this story ends
and so it is...
Black gowned the mourners gather
Eyes that once were filled with light
Dulled now in nothingness they gaze
The young child runs he looking for his sister
His mother holds him protective arms
Her pitying eyes mourn too
Knowing he cannot understand the
Death of one so dear
The bridge across the Danube
Lined with statues fair
Lions head rear up
Budapest a city beautiful to view
Is where this story ends
and so it is...
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