The Funerary Dirge Of A Violinist

Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of grievance and fear?Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw near. Some hear a violinsound, others hear a man moaning in tears. These fields are haunted bynature's most sombre melodies. Suicidal white noise absorbing the essencefrom light, mirth and vitality. These grounds are haunted by reflectionsfrom World War II...Arise! 1941, '42The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. There's onesoldier incapable of committing sin. Kept alive by his comrades thanks tohis heavenly gift with a violin.His brilliant music so beautiful and pure... Shining warmth upon everysoldier. It helps them to endure. Breath-taking melodies consuming allhate, sorrow and fear. These magnificent tunes are like silk for theirears. And for a moment their pain disappears.But this moment will not last when they are baffled by another blast. Theenemy is near. Rain of bullets killing soldiers there and here. And so theinstrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. It plays themusic of the dead; music made of lead. "I've had enough of this sickeningwar and it's murderous puppets! They don't understand the language ofmusic cannot be spoken in death. I never took a life! Maybe now is thetime to take mine. In the name of music; shall I cut my wrists or hangmyself high by a violin string? A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"The enemy lies on the other side of the field. He decides to walk straightinto the fire fight, playing this dreamlike masterpiece. Every soldierstops, holds his breath. Not a single shot is being heard during an introfor his own death.And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end, both sidessimultaneously open fire. There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mudand barbed wire.These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. Can't youhear his call of death? Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies ofgrievance and fear? Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we drawnear. Some hear a violin sound... Others hear a man moaning in tears.The funerary dirge of a violinist...