Music In the Dark -- Puccini

To tell the truth, I was no fan of opera, in my youth... When did it come...? That turning point....? I do not know, ........ perhaps I grew, to understand... a wrenching tale his stories told can grab the heart... ...grip fast ...and hold! Puccini came, from out of nowhere It finally made more sense to me...in spite of those who scoff, and shake their heads Alive once more....this man long dead has stirred my soul, ........and I was lead, into the clouds, where heaven lives! I became a fan, ...and realized, such music lives within the blood It rushes in, and floods my veins, just as it did to those so long ago An aria... then a divine duet....Rodolpho and his sweet coquette connects me to a vine entwined, with those who listenend, long before my time. Sitting in the dark tonight, I pause to think who would have dreamed how tears in the eyes, have formed a thousand rivers? Long through the ages, still coiling with emotion devotional artists, sing of such rapture into the rafter's to countless reception... A lover's kiss, the singing with prose Skins turning cold....from the chill beauty holds Tears to unfold, hypnotic poses A bliss such as this has left generations.... breathless As the curtain is closed........ I must compose myself Old music that echoes, as it has for centuries bouncing off these walls....as I'm torn into two.... mingling with my heart, the old with the new The rafter's of time, have absorbed one more time Two tragic lovers, declaring in song Throngs have been sung to.....hearts have been wrung I listen, I watch, as lovers fade from the light in poignant beauty, drifting away... ...........dying in the distance, ........ as will Mimi, leaving her love behind....alone with a shattered heart as death tears them apart leaving my eyes brimming over with tears in the dark _________________________________ "Music By Puccini"