Appassionata

Beethoven's Appassionata
Sonata
Filling, encompassing
the room
Overwhelming
Commanding , demanding
Declaring, imploring
Going on and on
Do not stop
Because if you do
It may be the last of you
Like reading Coelho's story
Page by single page
Ravishing, consuming
Every subtle nuance of its
Devastation and creation
All at one time
Every second grasped
Every minute tightly clasped
Every hour shackled
To the veins of
My heart
Like writing verses
Formulating lines that
Mold the curves of
Infinity like the
Gold orbit on your index
Blinding me, binding
You to impossibility
Like my life's story
Stamped, carved
Permanently immortalized
In stone
Your face is contorted
Impassioned
Your eyes wild
The beads of sweat
On your forehead
The strength you
Muster on those
Black and whites
With the force of
A million universes
Expelled merciless
The adamant press on
Those gold levers
That resonates beauty
And desperation in
This tempestuous piece
Of music
Conflagration,
The human soul
On fire!
Please do not stop
I plead
As I read the last words
Of every chapter of
The manuscript
Please do not end
I ask
Like writing this piece
Of verse or poetry
Please do not run out
Of elements.
But it stops
And ends
And runs out
Like all else
And transforms
Into something else--
Another sonata
Another life story
Another masterpiece
As fires always do
Warms you
Creates
Heals you
Burns you
Transforms you
Devastates you
Recreates you...
Compels you to
Your life's true purpose
Your sacred place
Where your story
Ends and begins
Over and over again...





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