The Moth that fell in love with the Rose Parts 1-7

The moth that fell in love with the Rose

Part1 – Love and Loneliness

Sonatas that gently sing lullabies to the soul.

They cradle the innocent life of the moth

That was called to ugly to live, by the butterflies of blue

Frightened, he left from this dark colored world

And went to hide behind the trees with the owls.

For fifty years he lived to be an invisible man

Hiding in this universe, of depression and grief

Like the moon hides itself from the sun.

Do you remember the story of the moth?

That fell in love with the rose,

Only to realize that his wings were not of blue,

But grey,

Part 2 – The Moon

And while the violets and roses stayed young

The moth grew older and older.

Until on one day he died, the very dark comedy was over.

But while he was breathing the fire of life through his lungs

His heart was filled with the soul of the owl

The soul of symphonies and the Moon,

That the hearts of butterfly’s desire, but can never have.

Part 3 -Critical Reflection

This is the story of the moth that fell in love with the rose.

With a soul of purity that shadowed over the butterfly’s of blue,

With hearts that are hollow from the absence of the bird of symphony.

This is the Moth that spends his life counting the time he has left,

 To hear the owl’s voice.

Frightened, he lives in darkness, and in shadows,

Until one day he realizes,

 That the butterfly’s where his own reflection,

And that while his wings where grey,

His heart was violet blue.

“What you are, you are by accident of birth,

What I am, I am by myself”

Part 4 – The god of Roses

The moth lived to die, and became like the god of roses.

Who taught him “that death is the key that unlocks

The door to our true happiness”.

The moth replied,

“There are and always will be one thousand princes,

But there can only ever be one Beethoven”.

And forever he shall be known as the god violets.

He is the god that died so that I may discover the voice of the owl.

Part 5 – The Prophecy

Like the moth that hid in the garden

The moon must hide itself in the oceans of the universe

Every day for eternity, from the heat of the sun

But when the fire of life is extinguished,

And all of the pain filled smoke clears,

The sun must whimper at the moon and its sonata.

And the soul of the owl will dwell,

Within all the moths that live in garden of life.

Music will be the sword of the god of violets

And all of his disciples.

Part 6 – Ascension and Return

This is the story of the moth that fell in love with the rose,

He has left the shadows and darkness to live with the god of roses

The owl will be with them forever and ever

There was a moth of grey,

Who opened his wings, only to find he was the god of violets.

And the owner of my soul forever

His name is Ludwig, let  peace be upon him.

Part 7 –The Riddle

The holy ghost who I call the owl

And the gods of roses and violets

They are the key to this so very confusing riddle

This is the trinity of symphony.

The father, son and Holy Ghost.

David James Westlake