Vincent Berquez: Sibelius

Sibelius

Sibelius symphony number eight

On his lips he sounded natures
cry, natures sinewy sigh
and gripped in encapsulation
its voices in dots and dashes.

His work swept the oceans
searching for ringing melodies,
the cosmos dancing in rhythm
through its internal magnetism.
Sounds from the milky way
readily formed within him,
carbon from the core twinkling,
vibrating, the many strings flying
in rich tones, in its resurrection
when death looked imminent
awoke when barely conscious.

He took the new and ancient
and slanted the nucleus
of his vivid expression
into the pool of swirling
existence.
And when the structure
was created,
when the monument was built,
the music gasping for
the air of existence,
for the universe to burst

he burnt the lot
and fell inward, into silence,
where his voice lived only
for his wife and children.

He sat down quietly
and never again lifted
his psyche to varnish sound
with brilliant shimmers.

21.09.07

Vincent Berquez

Poem: Sibelius
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet

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