Tchaikovsky – The Tempest – Fantasy Overture

Tchaikovsky – The Tempest – Fantasy Overture

To This Coda, A Prologue

(“Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 2, scene 1)

To This Coda,  A Prologue 
(by George)

Were this a prologue,
one would find
a body of a story, maybe
a flight of stairs as many as to take one to the Moon
maybe a Phoenix ever so close to The Star Father,
anywhere, closer to margins of the universoid
 or whatever other shape still unknown to word,
still undiscovered,
dreams never dreamed of yet
answers to nonexistent questions:
none of them can break, like real glass…
not before the matter acquires a taste of 
life, death and in-between .

There are no heights unreached
while dreaming, there is no real death
There is no life…This is a lifeless dream.

What doesn’t exist breaks not. 
What doesn’t exist  breaks not.    

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