Tragedy 3. Death and the maiden.
Radiant luminary
Far soaring skies.
And the touch of the morning breeze.
Weak moonlight slumbers in a field surrounded by forests.
What are these beautiful passages of music embodied in my hearing?
Matter
Extravaganza
And the fragrant dawn of the world.
I touch the spruce, and she whispers softly to me.
Talking about the spirit of the autumn forest.
Clouds float along the axes of heaven.
The flower dissolves into the water that covers it, smiling at me.
Oh what a song.
Nature's reverence for me.
Echoes of her sounding scores in my soul.
Oh mind.
You cannot reduce the unknowable beauties of the world to systems of signs.
The birds begin to chirp their divine arias.
And drops of night rain descend to the very soil of the earth, giving rise to new life.
Oh what anguish for a man.
What a beauty and what an all-encompassing will.
Absorbs all the causes of our spirit of freedom.
That would touch the very core of the world.
“The main character touches with her young hand only the awakened waters of the nearby river.”
Sounds of fate.
The impact of crushing melodies.
All-consuming thunder.
And the field is covered with an unceasing misty blue.
The breeze becomes a wild wind.
And the clap of thunder urges all the birds to fly into the sky.
The girl throws her frightened glance at the shadow that covers all the former radiant star.
Madness of notes.
Passages of desperate perishing violins.
The shadow takes on a human face.
Thunder.
All-consuming fireballs covering all space and time.
A fall.
A wounded bird in the hands of a girl.
The shadow starts to get closer.
Hit.
Fate is knocking at your door.
And escape.
Salvation from her inevitable fate.
The ringing of heavenly bells.
Arias of Thunder Reapers.
And the moans of a dying canary in the hands of a young girl.
The approaching shadow chases the beautiful young dawn in an ocean of raging pirouettes of patterns.
Oh eternity.
O supreme spirit.
Save my soul
Chorals of angels singing a requiem.
The incessant ringing of bells.
The blow of fate at the door of eternity.
The girl's tears dissolve in the natural elixir of life.
The canary falls from her hands.
Cry.
The cry of a poor girl for a dying life.
And the approaching shadow.
A radiant luminary breaks through the darkness.
Smoky cold descends to the garden.
A ray aspires to the eternal flower
Where there is no place for the accumulation of clouds.
Where adorned with dewdrops
Moments of Divine blue are moving.
Where mischievous drops of water play.
And the rains will captivate.
Sing me a song about love and death.
O sparrows!
The shadow is already touching the young girl's skin.
Oh sorrow.
Oh tragedy
There is the depth of the sea.
Divine will.
Maybe it can save me
Swallow me in its depths.
And the poor girl runs.
And the timpani begin to crush the essence of life.
There is the depth of the sea.
Divine will.
Consume my soul.
Save me.
The shadow is already touching the forehead of the poor girl.
But the sea covers it.
Taking her into the depths of it’s waters.
And the girl dissolves in the deepest essence of the natures spirit.
The birds begin to chirp, the forests and flowers begin to smell sweet. And she dissolves in nature, in the word, in the music of birds. In the breeze. In divine arias and texts of poets.
She becomes one within the life.
Knowing its very core.
And death begins to play its violin sonata on one cloud rising above the sea.