Horror Vacui

Memories withered and fallen off my soul,
my heart burned to cinders, the light
in my eyes diffused on an empty canvas –
in the distant softly echoes an infernal choir
surrounded by shattered lives.
It takes two steps back to see
my image blur away in eternal mirrors,
two steps forward to slow it down.

A crushing sound and empty spaces
around me – tears are shed, or not.
I’m heterodyned by silence.
Someone long ago called it yearning
for infinity – or pining for love:

Today it’s a weeping violine and the same
two notes played on a piano, over and over,
the symphony called End.

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