Mozart’s Requiem––
fitting start
for a young musician
shedding fingertip skin,
learning something must die
to be reborn again.
Something pure
and innocent.
Music is both mourning
and repentance.
Ascend the choir loft,
the closest chamber
to heaven.
Perpetual light,
no matter the cost.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge (44 words in the name of music)
Cover Art: Reginald Pollack “Mozart’s Requiem”
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
This was wonderful, K! 🙂 Some music truly is timeless and your verses conveyed that magic perfectly ❤
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Thank you, Tom. I was tasked to learn Mozart’s Requiem in grade school and it was so brutally difficult, but so magical. I remember every note of this symphony.
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Definitely stays with you – beautifully written 🙂
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😊
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“…closest chamber to heaven” indeed. Great stuff. Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron. I’m grateful to have the ability to go there.
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I love this part best: Music is both mourning
and repentance.
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Thank you kindly, Grace. It sure has been that and so much more for me.
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“Ascend the choir loft,
the closest chamber
to heaven.”
Yes!
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He had the perfect touch for this kind of music it seems. Great poem and love the music. Death is not something to be shielded from. It should be understood as an inevitable happening not to be feared.
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Nice one. As with every goal there is hours of endurance.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much❤love
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Closer and closer, coming to heaven.
Louder and louder the orchestras.
Nice poem, classical music sooths the soul.
But I still like my classical rock better
..
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Wow! I love this, KK!
❤
David
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young genuis
the cost
life time and span
tragically lost
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There’s so much heart in this! You really must not be ‘hartless’. 😉
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Well, since hart is a deer, and I don’t do weapons, I am most definitely as hartless as my ancestors. 😂
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😊🤣
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This is wonderful K. I was a Catholic school student and a good singer from a very young age. Are used to do the chat response to the priest every morning at the 6:30 AM mass. My dad would take me to school early I would do the mass, and then I would get a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a carton of milk. It was a fun special treat each morning. I did that for a bunch of years so I’ve been in that loft closest heaven many many times. Now if that’s going to get me in heaven I’m not sure? I’ve been a lot more free spirited since then — but my fingers are crossed. 🙂✌🏼🕊❣️👌🏼
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What memories. Thanks so much for sharing, Rob. I love the way singing elevates the spirit, our vibration, our very being. I am also glad that I learned to read music at a young age, and even when music seemed like a “chore” I have some of that music forever inside of me. I can reach in and access it whenever I need to express those emotions. 💜🎶🪄
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A heavenly poem, K. The best I do with music is to love it. 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Bill. This symphony. It simply can’t be unlearned. 💜
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The greatest art is always born of some kind of suffering. It’s a magnificent response in my opinion.
–Shay
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I appreciate these comments, Shay. Thank you.
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Just classical 🙂
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Those symphonic notes, to me at first a chore, but now, a language I was lucky someone took the time to teach me.
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Such beautiful, light-filled prose. I really like this one.
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Thank you, Bridgette. I’m glad you enjoyed it. The line from Requiem in particular, will always be in my heart.
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True! And a wonderful piece, I did enjoy reading it.
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“…shedding fingertip skin,
learning something must die
to be reborn again…”
I love this imagery!!
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I love the reference to the musician’s effort, with the broken fingertips.
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