Symphony in D Major
(Johann Stamitz)

I lost her.
My muse.
And when I found her she was not the same.
Her glowing skin turned the hue of silence.
And I refused her.
Even when she wept ashen tears
on my hands,
performing like a Phoenix
to mend my wounded arms.
Patiently she waited,
While I faded.

She faded.

All her beauty.
The colour in her dreaming,
began to grey.
Her green and gleaming eyes
once reflecting striking visions of
sunsets and starlight
lost sight to blindness.
Now confined to the illusions
shaped by obscurity.

Her voice vanished to hollowness.
Formerly unrestrained,
commanding attention,
demanding human ascension,
Became no more than a whisper
stuck behind the clouds.

Her passion,
The essence that kept her alive
Shattered
Like ice before her eyes.

And as we wept, we heardÂ…

One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
Three. Hard. Strikes.
Of the string section.


Gently the violins gathered
Gradually building
As a smile came to her face
and her stone eyes sparked green
her world illuminated.
Beauty, voice, and desire surged
Listening to Symphony in D Major.

We were ready.
My muse clasped my hand
crushing shards of passion between our palms
splashing scarlet
to bleed ink.
so she could paint our dreams,
as I wrote them down.


By Kim Bennett
(and her muse).

02/06/2007

Author's Note: My first attempt at a poem since I hurt my arms in June. I couldn't write physically and then when I could I couldn't write mentally. I wrote a few poems for my boyfriend and that kept me alive, but that's all in the past... crap, nine months or so.

Posted on 02/06/2007
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