A Year Later...

 

                                    (Based on ‘Nocturne Op.9 No.2’ by Frédéric Chopin)

 

The night feels sweet and calm,

Like a pious man reciting a psalm.

It was on this night, one year ago…

She – well, left me for somewhere else…

 

She just stood there – the thirty-year old

on the balcony – her eyes were strangely bold,

And then she took a step, and fell

into the deep void – and then came her death knell…

 

Why she did this, was unknown

to her thirty-seven old brother…

Perhaps being emotionally broken down,

But I can’t say – here the moon shines like a silvery gown.

 

‘Twas that night she wore the same gown,

Of silver colour, shimmering all the way down.

The ochre-coloured drop shining on my head,

Faded – in comparison to those red blood beads…

 

A year has passed now, and here I stand

Beside the night sky, peering the land.

The balcony felt cold and stiff,

The railing from where I could see the misty cliff…

 

Anger, melancholy came over me

Finding no solution to this mystery.

And yet, I couldn’t live without

knowing it, so I took myself forward…

 

The cold air swept by me,

And the girl’s visage comes to my mind…

Smiling, I walked right into the dark downward void

Which seemed to last for infinite hours…

And then, with a ‘thud’ I landed on the soft earth.

 

Weak, weary, covered in blood…

I looked around in despair,

Then I felt someone close both my eyes…

And so, I slept – breathing my last…

 

And in the morning, they found my

damned self, lying spread-eagled

on the earthen floor…

***

M.Macabre

17.11.2020

Dedicated to: My sister (for Bhaiphota *sniff* ), R.Escreva, Anonymous, Frédéric Chopin