Diabolus in Musica
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
The naïve observer will mistake this
For a scene of diabolical crime
But this is not a cruel bite; a kiss
Would better characterize this strange time
Imagine selling gears invisible
Of yourself, in exchange for magic skill
Our natures are, in fact divisible:
Your parts that were not born, no one can kill
Wherever my soul was, it’s with him now
And had been for some time, when he turned up
To play me through my final, wretched bow
And sweeten that most bitter, parting cup
The Maestro played some light into my heart
Knowing that from him, I shall never part
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Nota Bene: Enthusiasm for the uncanny music of Niccolò Paganini inspired this modest, little song; more information about his association with dark forces can be found below:
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D. J. Reddall
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Comments (3)
Excellent lines.
"Your parts that were not born, no one can kill" I especially loved that line! So well done!
I can hear the tritone sounding. Beautiful piece.