A Journal for Western Man-- Issue XII
G. Stolyarov II
Is into motion stirred by echoes of each chord.
Not for an instant does the rhythm stall,
It marches forth with clocks' hands in accord.
The vibrant melody from poised creator springs;
If one note falls from place, all dissipates,
But each holds firm, riding chords' wings.
The spring-pure harmony souls elevates.
Rigid, grandiloquent, inhuman it was named,
By critics who deemed pain the core of arts;
But this inviolate ode to triumph rings unshamed,
Minor turns major, and all suffering departs.
Crescendos lift the conscious up steep slopes,
In prelude to fulfilled, exultant hopes.
G. Stolyarov II is a science fiction novelist, independent philosophical essayist, poet, amateur mathematician and composer, contributor to Enter Stage Right, writer for Objective Medicine, and Editor-in-Chief of The Rational Argumentator. He can be contacted at gennadystolyarovii@yahoo.com.
