Alexander Scriabin

Alexander Scriabin

Your synaesthesia danced the air, my feet the floor

And bounced again and with a scream and more

I fell down to my knees and screeched my dance

Against walls and unseen windows without a glance

Beyond the yearning to charm public I cannot see

Your tone atonal to my shins and knees

In utter up-tempo perspiration centrifuges tears...

Music intrusive within my skull burst wide

So many visions and words floating inside

I need to be where once I used to be

Your style misunderstood, they did forget

My mind remembers, if my body would let

Me dance your dance instead of forging dreams

I sob in silence, bursting at the seams

Tears immersing in this endless agonizing sea

But with eyes closed my feet are at will

My dreams rule, my body in this bed lies still

You blended genius with near untimely sin,

Alexander Scriabin...

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February 13, 2017
Poem by Darren White