The Art of Opera

Life is an art;
an Art of Opera.
Slowly so,
to crescendo grow.
Crying themes
of broken dreams
and ghosts on roads a’ winding.

Songs of love
parade the ears
of the sneering
and sobbing audience
demanding drama,
comfort and horror
entwined sorrowfully.

Falling to the knees,
begging the curtains,
building to climax…
a never-ending climax
of twists and turns
in this eternal
love story.

Tragedies run
but soon
echoes will turn
to apparent salvation.
Meanwhile,
interval time…
suspending the conclusion.

Who knows
where this opera will end?
Ins and outs,
haunting shouts,
betrayals
and requiems.
And redemption.
Redemption.

Playing to the audience.
‘Tis not all that matters in the end?
No, ‘tis not.
If one must paint
the Art of the Opera,
then one must do it
with passion.


Matt K, 2003/4