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The Black Auditorium
The black auditorium
is where I find comfort.
Deadest silence from the world at large.
I find the darkest corner I can,
far away from the constant noise;
I sigh as a single chord cleanses
my body and soul.
How strange it is,
that the place where the spotlight
finds me
and turns me from an adolescent into
an exhibit,
a piece of art,
is also the only place where I see myself,
instead of the audience.
The stage where my notes breathe
and my words take flight into empty air
is desolate now,
save me.
I sit cross legged,
on the cold tile,
as music that only I can hear,
rushes to fill the vortex.
A black sonata,
bringing with the chord change
words to fill a black book with black ink.
The solitude gives rise to beauty,
when ghosts of my creation
begin to bow the phantom violins
and caress the piano keys,
as letter by letter
I bleed into paper.
I conduct the black orchestra
with scratches from my pen,
like God blowing into a hand of dust,
creating his child,
made in my own image;
In the climax,
I fall upon my knees
with tears of
exaltation
running out of closed eyes,
and I scream.
I am the prophet!
God of creation,
messiah of the black auditorium,
but I fall.
The ghosts leave,
I am empty,
alone,
wretched again.
But there is always peace
in the eternal vortex.
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