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Mozart’s Requiem — Domme Salzburg

by John Stocks

The audience seem lost, hushed
Faces closed by silent prayer
Or entranced in fixed thought,
Private litany, images,
Distilled fragments of beauty,
Dark fractals of decanted grief.
The moment when you could have said
‘I love you. Please stay with me.’

We each have our own requiems:
The still-born dreams of distant days.
Tonight, cleaved from our own souls,
Our heaving hearts, the rising swell
Of choral voices, we will fight
To keep the tiny flame alive.

Copyright © 2010 by John Stocks

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