Adagietto All my works are in anticipation of a future life.--Gustav Mahler Trumpets shriek, strings wail. March very slowly to a funeral. Bury bodies without delay. Desire to live forever. In and out of dreams. Dark water was her destiny. His baton flies across the stage. Power must not be squandered. A giant symphony demands a grand gesture. The conductor, like the actress, vanishes. One, two, three. Philistines choke on intimacy. The sum of his suffering. Still her death is unfathomable. His final word was Mozart.
Adagietto.
Jay, Alice
Adagietto All my works are in anticipation of a future life.--Gustav Mahler Trumpets shriek, strings wail. March very slowly to a funeral. Bury bodies without delay. Desire to live forever. In and out of dreams. Dark water was her destiny. His baton flies across the stage. Power must not be squandered. A giant symphony demands a grand gesture. The conductor, like the actress, vanishes. One, two, three. Philistines choke on intimacy. The sum of his suffering. Still her death is unfathomable. His final word was Mozart.