A few days of rest and the underbrush and trees have re-grown afresh
The landscape prepared again for another sacrifice
Some of us have countless internal realms
Some only a few
Eventually there is black infertile dirt
From which no vegetation can be coaxed
Schumann’s was spent early
His obsession with Clara ate him alive
He used to keep track of the number of times he rode Clara into the sunset
Their lovemaking served only to inspire her
To greater prowess at the piano
One wonders at what sounds were aroused in Schumann’s mind
When he tried to drown himself in the icy waters of the Rhine
And how the music would have ended with his life
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