Submissions by Klaus_Wollner (Nikolaus Wollner)

When I was younger
I watched with my father
a Virtuoso of the violent violins
a sound so profound,
Cardinal musicians began to fear
Oh how dining in the highest society of sins
Would excite me
Grant me this gloomy atmosphere God almighty
Even if
For a soul amongst Satan
for enduring masses of beauty
with classical fantastic masterpieces
Oh sweet salvation I've been waiting
what a fair price for stardom
I use to beg for as a child
Now I find it's been all but forgotten
blues, brass, bass and the strings ...

Woven archaic sounds
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore

I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease