Mozart’s Requiem––
fitting start
for a young musician
shedding fingertip skin,
learning something must die
to be reborn again.
Something pure
and innocent.
Music is both mourning
and repentance.
Ascend the choir loft,
the closest chamber
to heaven.
Perpetual light,
no matter the cost.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge (44 words in the name of music)
Cover Art: Reginald Pollack “Mozart’s Requiem”
Thank you, Ron. I’m grateful to have the ability to go there.
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Thank you kindly, Grace. It sure has been that and so much more for me.
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Well, since hart is a deer, and I don’t do weapons, I am most definitely as hartless as my ancestors. 😂
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This is wonderful K. I was a Catholic school student and a good singer from a very young age. Are used to do the chat response to the priest every morning at the 6:30 AM mass. My dad would take me to school early I would do the mass, and then I would get a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a carton of milk. It was a fun special treat each morning. I did that for a bunch of years so I’ve been in that loft closest heaven many many times. Now if that’s going to get me in heaven I’m not sure? I’ve been a lot more free spirited since then — but my fingers are crossed. 🙂✌🏼🕊❣️👌🏼
What memories. Thanks so much for sharing, Rob. I love the way singing elevates the spirit, our vibration, our very being. I am also glad that I learned to read music at a young age, and even when music seemed like a “chore” I have some of that music forever inside of me. I can reach in and access it whenever I need to express those emotions. 💜🎶🪄
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Thank you kindly, Bill. This symphony. It simply can’t be unlearned. 💜
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I appreciate these comments, Shay. Thank you.
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