Violet Pain

Blue eyes… pink sun…
Crimson reflections.
He was quick as rain, orchestral coordination.
The arrant gestures, the impeccable symphony.
Both paws, fortified.
This moment was long anticipated for.
Each detail considered.
Amadeus called the shots. Third note, slice left.
Splatters on the wall.
Modern art?

Black eyes… violet pain.
And the music goes on…


The second movement resurrected bog,
He felt the presence inside him. Fourth note, slice right.
The flawless steel threw back the pink and brought forth darker shades.
It was but a moment ago that reality had dawned on him.
Nothing could be perfect.
“Not even you, dear friend….But I shall try”
And the music goes on…

Black eyes… gone pale.
Love stained the walls, the canvas shed colour.
“Look at me.”
Black eyes… gone pale.
“LOOK AT ME”
Black eyes… ceded.

And the symphony was over.
The canvas mortified, murdered, but alive.
“Thank you, dear friend… thou shall live forever”
The love stained walls smiled at the thought.
Mozart had shown him the way, all along.