He stood singing in the empty room,
His eyes closed as he travelled through the trills,
The sound of his voice bouncing off the walls,
Standing alone but filling the entire space.
The stage of his mind was elaborately jewelled,
Its many colours and lights standing out,
The many stories and songs that it held,
Covered in shrouds of secrecy that was his skin.
He let out the power he held in short amounts,
Controlled, as it had to battle its way through him,
The notes fighting to leave his fingertips,
The words fighting to work through his fast scribbles.
Like the water flowing from a full dam,
He was the spillway that brought its magic to all life,
A vessel connecting the real world to the world of glories,
To a world we would all live better in.
Note: The poem is on Jonathan Larson, an American composer, lyricist and playwright who wrote the musical ‘Rent’.
What a beautiful tribute poem! I like how you continue the metaphor of a vessel throughout the poem. The first line “he stood singing in the empty room” was a great way to open with the idea of a person who was so full of powerful music that it resonated in the empty room. Great poem!