The Winds of Wonder

A Piece named Für den Höchsten

I shall rebuild the pyramids, the medallions,

Enthuse continents with ensigns of approbation,

In streets and marts sing epics of the son of flame,

Compose a piece and name it für den Höchsten,

Concert zooming in lyric Elbphilharmonie,

Sounds of silence caught by honed state-of-the art;

I am here to erase the hoarded past

That refuses to see the gleaming verdants;

I am here with the spirit’s fortitude

That may flourish resolves of felicities;

I am here to lit bonfires of loftiness

And bring convictions where are only despairs;

I am here to sweep the shameful lanes of sloth

And draw waters from busy wells of ardour;

I shall heal the stigmata suffered by the one,

And rewrite the story of marvels, of triumphs;

I shall gather intensities waiting to be born,

Heap twinkles upon twinkles in the darkness;

I shall pour sunlight in cubic meters of joy

And create ever-breathing forms of fire.

5 January 2026

Bonfires of loftiness:

Stigmata suffered by the one