A Requiem for the Sons of Harmony

Fingertips on piano keys
This head thinks, this heart sings
First I deadened the sounds
Dissected music like a corpse
Proved harmony methodically
Then did I dare bring it to life with my creative fantasy
I started to compose, but quietly, until I finally reached into infinity
Glory smiled on me in the hearts of men I found some resonance
Enchanting notes, eternal harmonies
Tenths and Sixths and Major lifts
But I envy deeply
A requiem for the sons of harmony
The fortune of Mozart is burning me violently
I cannot write, laugh, or sleep knowing he’s better off than me
I slipped Poison, the world’s too small for our songs and us too
If I cannot be the greatest, neither will you
Rejoice with those who rejoice
Weep with those who weep
May your music rise to fame and the crowds forget your name
Live your own life, die your own death