LUDWIG

The Unheard Symphony

The Silence played so loud it broke
The air within the Room

A Fugue unwoven Measureless
A Chord of Soundless Doom

The Fingers of the Tempest stirred
The Notes refused to bow
Yet in the hush an Echo rang
Beyond the Mortal brow

The Violin was never struck
The Keys denied their plea
And yet a Symphony arose
Conducted wordlessly

A God unseen His Hands became
The Whisper in the Air
And in that Soundless Thundering
The Deaf Composer Heard.

:: 01.31.2025 ::

Her nails bloom black as moons on trembling stems,
Whispering secrets to the midnight’s hems.
Anxiety, a serpent made of light,
Coils through the cracks of fractured night.

The Phoenix, laughing, eats itself anew,
Its ashes drift as stars in seas of blue.
No urn contains the echoes of its cries;
They bloom as cities in forgotten skies.
Upon the shelves, the objects start to hum—
A hollow ptyx becomes a beating drum.
The Master dives into the Styx’s glow,
To barter with the river’s undertow.

Through broken panes, the northern lights take root,
Growing unicorns of fire and fruit.
Their breath, a snowstorm made of molten clocks,
Consumes the void with gilded paradox.
The glass dissolves; the room becomes a field,
Where time unravels and the stars are sealed.

She floats, a mirror melting into air,
Her edges bleed with colors sharp and rare.
A septet of her faces sings in waves,
Their voices shape the rhythms of her graves.
Yet every note unfurls a phantom wing—
A song that only burning angels sing.

Oh, fleeting ghost of dreams and shadowed hue,
Your face dissolves into a different you.
For here, where time and space collapse in kind,
The soul unthreads the labyrinth of mind.

:: 12.28.2024 ::

(a universe) unfolds
between your( hands)
where Time unravels
in.the /quiet/ pulse
ofstars:are::born dying
(again)

and(i)am only a
fragment of whispered(trees)
drowning beneath the
thousandmouthed sky
(and clouds so soft
they
shatter)

oh,you.
are( the fierce )blue
hum of every
unsayable silence,
every:moment:
that
breathes—
into(i)tiny—a spiraling/word\

(lost
but.alive)

what is Light?
(ifnot.your)
gaze breaking
infinite( into trembling)—
earth cracks open,
an ocean of(you
rushing)

(a kiss
blooms where no lips have touched).

:: 12.21.2024 ::

By morning’s light, my heart did fall,
Escaping from a chest now hollow, small.
At noon, a songbird dared to sing,
“Too soon,” it whispered on fleeting wing.

By dusk, the moon hung pale and slight,
Perched above the fading light.
It was then I knew: love was done,
Its flame extinguished, its battle won.

Kisses faded, skin grew frail,
Eyes shed tears in a final wail.
One drop remained—a token of pain,
A shard of love’s enduring chain.

For love is thicker than memory’s thread,
Yet thinner than the words unsaid.
It roars louder than the ocean’s might,
And falters in the quiet night.

What treasure lies in love’s embrace,
If alive, a triumph, a sacred grace.
But if lost, oh, how it forgives,
And still, in shadows, softly lives.

The sunlit skies, they scream and cry,
Proclaiming: true love never dies.

:: eprobles ::