Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:56 AM

"Opus of Existence"

I feel the music pulse through my veins
Every cell becoming engorged with a rush of fluid

This same music can also enrage me or invigorate me
For it is the essence of who I am...it is in my very make-up

I am the aria, the operetta, the composition of each striking note

These instruments endeared to me for they are my fragile skeleton
They are the end result of a fusion of passion, drive, creativity and consumption

My only enemy, the silence that threatens to wash me away
Notes of my existence lost to the tempestuous winds

So here I write my final opus
Kept within the enclosure of parchment and pigment
Thus enabling one to know that I even existed at all

And when time is forgotten, and civilization gone, these notes will remain, carried on the subtle breeze

10-12-2013, 06:56 AM	#1
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759003	04/11/2006 "Opus of Existence" I feel the music pulse through my veins Every cell becoming engorged with a rush of fluid This same music can also enrage me or invigorate me For it is the essence of who I am...it is in my very make-up I am the aria, the operetta, the composition of each striking note These instruments endeared to me for they are my fragile skeleton They are the end result of a fusion of passion, drive, creativity and consumption My only enemy, the silence that threatens to wash me away Notes of my existence lost to the tempestuous winds So here I write my final opus Kept within the enclosure of parchment and pigment Thus enabling one to know that I even existed at all And when time is forgotten, and civilization gone, these notes will remain, carried on the subtle breeze __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel